Lu Xiao looked at the large stove with a somewhat strange expression...
First, close contact with ferocious tigers, and then a giant stove, why did these methods remind him so much of his master, that old coot?
Before he had broken through the Body Barrier, his master had first thrown him into Tiger Park, and then somehow got a stove, making him crawl into it seven or eight times a day.
"Did the old geezer also come from the Goo Clan?"
"Eight out of ten, but who knows from which clan," Lu Xiao muttered to himself.
In fact, even now, Lu Xiao didn't know his master's name.
From childhood to adulthood, when he was happy, he called him Master, and when he was not, he called him Old Coot.
But that wasn't his fault, the old man really didn't act like a normal person.
In summer, when cooling watermelons in the well, the old man didn't use a bucket to fetch them, but kicked himself into the well to fish them out.
