"Big Dragon, can your Dragon Claws grow back if they're cut off?" At this moment, Chu Xin fixed her gaze on Long Ling's Dragon Claws, her round, expectant eyes twinkling with anticipation.
Even now, she was still obsessed with the idea of roasted Dragon Claws.
Whine!
Long Ling was startled, and the image of that mischievous child stabbing its neck to draw blood resurfaced in its mind. Suddenly, Long Ling's mouth gaped open as it let out an angry dragon's whine at Chu Xin, then dove headfirst into the Divine Sword Pond.
Cursed mischievous child, always eyeing the little bit of flesh on its body, detestable.
"Big Dragon, don't run away. If Dragon Claws won't do, how about a Dragon Head, a Dragon Tail? If not, even bleeding a bit more is fine," Chu Xin shouted, leaning over the edge of the pond.
Unfortunately,
"Dragon Claws?"
