"The bond formed since childhood is definitely different from the one formed when they're grown up."
Little Kingfisher circled in midair for a few rounds, then landed on his master's shoulder, teasingly looking at him.
"Ruoxie."
Shibao kindly reminded: "Didn't you confiscate a bunch of spoils of war? Maybe there's a method for demon beasts to recognize their master among them?"
"Oh right, how could I forget that?"
Ruoxie's eyes lit up, he grabbed Shibao's chubby little cheeks and planted a loud kiss on them.
Shibao's face was covered in saliva.
"Hey, hurry up and look for it. Find it so the baby dragon can recognize its master."
Shibao smiled patiently and turned into a stream of light, diving into the Spirit Lake to clean his soft, delicate cheeks.
"Where did Ruoxie pick up this bad habit?"
Tianhuo couldn't stand it anymore and glared at Ruoxie: "Kissing whoever he catches, covering their face in saliva, isn't that disgusting?"
"It's because of his wicked nature."
