Jumped onto the armrest, the chair surface was smooth.
If a cashmere blanket were spread on top, and Eying...
Ahem.
Liang Qu reined in his wandering thoughts and fiercely encouraged Fatty's efforts, urging it to continue and achieve even greater glory, then withdrew from the Fat Catfish.
Surging power drained from within, and the Fat Catfish, caught off guard, landed on its backside. Seeing a Fist approaching, it quickly tucked its fins to its cheeks, pretending to be deep in thought.
The Fist clicked its pincers, curious about what just happened.
The Fat Catfish gazed pensively, questioning the Fist why the Heavenly God descended upon it and not the Fist.
Obviously.
The loyalty of the Water Beast couldn't compare to it, nor could the capabilities of the Water Beast surpass it.
From now on, it would be the Heavenly God's agent!
Its long whiskers folded at ninety degrees.
Humph!
Crack!
The Fist panicked, raising its large pincers, folding them at ninety degrees.
