Everyone watched as Jiang Xiaobai lost his temper with a small gourd, and they all felt the pain.
Over the time he had been away, how had he started getting neurotic again?
What kind of anger could one have with a gourd?
The little gourd was beaten up, yet it showed no signs of repentance; it had the audacity of a pig not fearing being scalded with boiling water.
Last time, it would at least pretend by making the little flying knives inside turn around, but now, it was utterly motionless.
Was it being defiant?
Jiang Xiaobai genuinely suffered from an unbearable toothache because of it.
"Next time, leave a little for Yuanhong, otherwise I'll confine you in your storage space and not let you out. See what you'll do then!"
Jiang Xiaobai issued the threat, but the little gourd still showed no reaction.
Meanwhile, Ao Yan was beside himself with amusement.
"Why are you getting mad at a little gourd; is it another treasure you've come across?" Ao Yan stepped forward and laughed.
