"See what that is? That's a toilet; it's used when you need to relieve yourself." Jiang Xiaobai opened a can of spam, chuckled, and said, "Little guy, if you learn how to use the toilet, you'll get spam right away. If not, you'll stay hungry."
Before he finished speaking, Little Golden Dragon had transformed into a streak of golden light and leapt onto the toilet, figured it out on his own, and pooped in the toilet.
"Holy crap!"
Jiang Xiaobai was terrified by Little Golden Dragon's comprehension skills. This fellow was definitely more intelligent than a seven- or eight-year-old child. Jiang Xiaobai could no longer regard it as just an animal; he didn't know what the little guy would turn into in the future, but he knew Little Golden Dragon would become smarter and stronger than before.
It hadn't been long since the little guy had hatched, but its scales were already as hard as refined steel. Jiang Xiaobai had slapped it earlier, and his right palm still stung a bit.
