"You really didn't leave me a bite of that imperial decree?" Tobey Lapras asked sourly with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Luke Yates mumbled, "I didn't even have enough for myself. Next time, I'll leave half for you!"
"How are there so many imperial decrees for you to chew on!" Tobey rolled his eyes.
Luke then said sneakily, "Doesn't that old man Fenton Jansky still have one with him? When the time comes, we'll trick him into coming over and each of us will eat half."
"Forget it!"
Tobey was tempted, but he couldn't bear to lose face.
Moreover, he wasn't as bold as Little Fool, who would eat anything.
He even dared to stuff an imperial decree into his stomach.
Tobey was defeated!
Braydon Neal, who had opened his red lotus eyes, said softly, "The imperial decree passed down by the ancient ancestors is more than meets the eye!"
His words reminded Tobey to observe the little fool carefully.
