Being adept at reading human features is one thing, but now you want to read a dog's features?
If you're so capable, why don't you take a broom and fly to the sky?
However, having said that, he had reason to believe this little guy could ride her little dust whisk to the sky.
After thinking it over, Xie Ci also had a moment of wry amusement.
Su Ziteng, who had also heard this conversation, promptly related to Tang Jin what her friend had just told her.
Tang Jin had stowed her little dust whisk back into her Little Yellow Bag and, after digesting the information she received, she pinched her fingers together back and forth, and a look of wistfulness crossed her normally serious face.
She lifted her head to observe the weather outside.
The sky was still overcast, and raindrops continued to patter down.
The Resentful Soul that had collapsed on the ground, with its large golden fur outline gradually discernible from the shadow, let out a sorrowful howl.
