Xiaolun and Xiaoyin returned to Yang Ruxin's wrist, thinking, "Why isn't there a snake-fighting competition? When the time comes, you'll see how awesome this king is, and you'll realize how pathetic birds and the like are."
Shortly after the howling, an eagle cry was heard from the sky.
Once Fat Hao heard it, he no longer cared about being scared and quickly got up, wiped his face with his sleeve, and then looked up to see a large black shadow diving down, bringing a strong gust of wind with it.
"Black King," Fat Hao greeted Xiaohei with a bow.
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth.
Xiaohei, playing it cool, turned its head and refused to look at Fat Hao.
"Xiaohei, stick with Fat Hao for the next few days. As for that competition, go have fun," Yang Ruxin went over and caressed Xiaohei's head, "and try to earn some silver to spend."
