The lion head ignored him, smacking its lips, always feeling that its prey was a bit small, just enough to wedge between its teeth, definitely not enough to fill its stomach.
"Roar..."
The lion head bellowed once, with a vague spiritual fluctuation that seemed to be asking when it could finally get some deep sleep.
It had already tried hard, balancing work and rest, but it also deserved a break.
"What, we just got here!"
"Before we set out, you just had a full sleep, how could you be sleepy again!"
GuaGua shook his head, his face clearly showing disagreement.
The wronged lion head, with a pleading look, turned to Goose Immortal, hoping to find some help for a moment of peace.
"I can't help," said the Immortal indifferently.
Goose Immortal snorted, having just struggled out of the ground, its body covered in wounds, and it hurt terribly.
But it just grimaced and endured, as if it were accustomed to pain.
