Crunch, crunch.
The old toad hugged the watermelon and bit fiercely into it, the bright red juice staining his white belly.
Liang Qu squinted his eyes slightly.
This old turtle, unseen for so long, had become increasingly difficult to deal with.
"A gentleman does not discuss changing alliances with the unworthy, and in this life, Mr. Liang only holds profound respect for the Three Demons: the Frog King, the Frog Duke, and the Pengze Demon Leader. Therefore, today I wish to act as a bridge between the General and the sea traders, to open lines of communication. We've had some conflicts in the past, but those were merely misunderstandings born of our mutual caution and unfamiliarity."
"Save your schemes, save your words," the Prime General shook his head, moving his limbs to swim away, clearly uninterested in listening.
The fat catfish flicked its tail to follow.
Liang Qu stood on the fish's head.
