"Eh… what's this?" It's alive! A spirit pet? So cute.
"Dog."
Little Beastie suddenly jumped up.
You are a dog!
Your whole family are dogs.
"That includes you."
Little Beastie: "…"
Hmph!
It was not going to argue with the poop-picker, because it was a generous beast.
Little Beastie rolled toward Lin Jin. The latter was thinking what it was amazing, and seeing Little Beastie rolling over, he tried to reach out and touch it. But Little Beastie's fur immediately rose, and its black onyx-like eyes turned to glare at him ferociously.
Lin Jin was startled.
"Don't touch it." Ming Shu warned, "It bites."
Lin Jin quickly took his hand back. When those soft hairs rose, they looked like countless silver needles which had been soaked in poison.
Little Beastie bounced to one side and shot itself at the roast meat next to Lin Jin.
