The dragon qilin wagged his tail and fawned. "I'm more majestic than it."
Qin Mu was speechless. How was riding a huge meatball with a tail majestic?
He ate better than anyone, and it was still fine if he couldn't outrun the green bull, but now he couldn't even catch up to a dog!
"Cult Master, do you dislike me already?" The dragon qilin turned his head around with watery eyes. "You must dislike me, right?"
Qin Mu snorted and his brows softened. "No. Another few months, and it's New Year again, so how can I dislike you? How about I give you two buckets of Scarlet Fire Spirit Pills each day? You can eat more, plump yourself up."
The dragon qilin shuddered, and Xiong Qi'er climbed onto his head. She carefully grabbed a tuft of hair on the back of his ear so that she wouldn't fall off. She whispered in his ear, "Don't eat anymore, you will be slaughtered for New Year!"
