"Why?"
Zhou Cang could no longer hold back, his chest tight and aching.
"Remember, you darn horse, you're just a horse. Why do you refuse me, a peerless master?"
Dao Li spoke out righteously, "Neeeigh, neeeigh!"
Zhang Xuan translated, "It says it wants to cook for the young master and serve him!"
"..."
Zhou Cang felt an even sharper pain in his chest.
I offer to make you a direct disciple, and you refuse just to cook for this guy?
Got no ambition, have you?
"This Elder Zhou, right, it's just a horse, sometimes I even ride it. Let's just drop this matter!"
Seeing that Dao Li truly did not wish to become the opponent's family member, Zhang Xuan spoke up.
"..."
Zhou Cang found it hard to catch his breath.
You want to ride my disciple?
Have you no shame!
