After a while, Little Loach finally answered: So ugly!
Owen Bertram let out a sigh of relief. You almost scared me to death. He jumped into the water, forcefully pulling up Elder Brother by his whiskers!
Speaking of strength, Owen Bertram was no match for Elder Brother. But Elder Brother, he has no respect for the ethics of a fair fight, pulling my whiskers like that, it hurts so much.
This time, Owen Bertram finally got a clear look at the newly sprouted horn of Elder Brother.
"Hahaha---" Elder Brother laughed carelessly, pouring salt onto his younger brother's fresh wound.
Little Loach groaned, its upper body raised, and it plunged headfirst into the mud: I don't want to live anymore!
What's its size? As its head hit the ground, the earth shook fiercely. Owen Bertram jumped up six feet high!
Little Loach buried its head in the mud and refused to come out.
Owen Bertram hastily comforted it, but he couldn't help but let out a chuckle like a mother hen.
