The dragon looked at its two crippled claws and bit down hard on its teeth, as a fierce anger erupted in its eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Ling let out a sly laugh, leaped forward with a flash, and appeared next to the dragon. He raised his hand lightly and casually placed it under the dragon's neck.
"Tsk tsk, slow-cooked with gentle fire, tossing in the spices, and when it's finally done, sprinkle some scallions on top–just thinking about it makes me drool. That's settled then!"
Upon hearing this, the dragon gave Ye Ling a glance and smirked with disdain, "I'm telling you, don't go too far, alright?"
Ye Ling looked at the dragon and shrugged his shoulders, "Why do you say that?"
"Humph, let me tell you, people like you are really immoral. Seriously, is this how you treat your own partner? How am I supposed to trust you with my back on the battlefield?"
"Where's the trust? The trust between each other? We're partners, partners!"
