Then Kun swam back carrying the plate, glanced at the gourd, and patted Li Fan's hand with its fin.
'Kun says, gimme one.'
I almost died again, and all you can think about is eating! Go drink some water!
Li Fan tossed the dog's plate away again.
Kun chased after the plate, crying.
Seeing his annoyance, Master Qin couldn't help but laugh, "There's no need to take it so seriously, just think of it as a casual visit. After all, spies from various sects have infiltrated heavily nowadays, these are all routine matters, the same happens to anyone, don't take it to heart.
Ha ha, any sect that would truly be willing to send a disciple like you as an undercover agent must be truly mad."
'Xuantian Sword Intent says, haha, you think he isn't a spy! But he has already paid his respects to Xuan Nü and has become the heir to the Beichen Sect. Surprise, ha ha ha!'
Damn, when you put it that way, it doesn't seem like such a miscarriage of justice...
