"If I ever have the chance, I will definitely spread out my canvas and oil paints for the beautiful scenery of Feilengcui," Bog Camp's White Tiger priest skillfully narrowed the distance with Liu, making the atmosphere instantly more intimate.
The vulgar Vajra Parrot perched on Liu's shoulder, craning its neck and squawking noisily, while Guoguo stood on Liu's right shoulder, holding his belly in laughter.
Liu immediately had a face full of 'Huangguoshu Waterfall' sweat.
"What a cute little thing!" Lord Bog Camp, ever the witty one, did not mind at all, laughed heartily to diffuse the situation, and even reached out to pinch the hookbill of the plump Vajra Parrot.
"Boss~" The little parrot, true to its heroic nature, immediately shook off the Tiger Man priest's approaching finger and turned its head towards Liu's face.
