"Those wealthy families all want to get a beast raised by a master, but the masters might not necessarily be interested!"
"Master Zhang Hai opened a beast-raising store; we definitely can't miss this opportunity!"
Ye Hao and the others showed Mona Lisa-like smiles, which confused the fatty.
Shen Daodao reminded him: "Your big dog has quite a large head! Be careful when you get off, or you might fall..."
"Bang!"
The fatty, who had just prepared to "dismount," slipped and rolled down like a ball.
He stood up, dusted the dust off his clothes, and stared at Shen Daodao angrily.
Shen Daodao spread his hands: "I didn't throw your wife and me into a well, why do you hate me so much?"
Shangguan Wulei and Feng Tianlin unconsciously took a few steps to the side, away from Shen Daodao.
This crow's mouth was just too terrifying.
Ye Hao, at a loss for words, said: "Fatty, what's your cultivation level?"
