"Eh~"
Ripples flowed gently.
The round belly reflected starlight.
Old Toad spread out his limbs and hung them into the water, heaving long sighs and short breaths in listlessness.
Riding the Fat Catfish, circling the Great Turtle for three days and nights nonstop, he still hadn't figured out how to set foot on the island.
Torture!
Slurp.
The joys and sorrows of frogs do not communicate with one another.
The Fat Catfish, supporting Old Toad, opened its wide mouth, devouring big fish and tirelessly feasting.
Two plus one making five had not been agreed upon, but it had turned into one Treasure Fish a day, and not just any mediocre specimen, it had to be top-quality goods from the yellow leather bag!
With the backing of the Frog Tribe, given time, it was sure to become the number one Water Demon under the Heavenly God's command!
During moments of pleasant anticipation.
The Fat Catfish suddenly braked with its tail.
