"Don't ask about the size of the sack, just know that when it fits, the fortune raccoon's mouth will loosen..."
"To gather intelligence, I toiled hard taking on guardian-level spirit beasts in the hot and humid forest under the blazing 38-degree sun."
"My mouth is lopsided from the beating, so if you have any conscience, bring over some spirit particle potion tonight."
Ansheng, with a teasing look, vented his hardships to Wang Qiqi on the other end of the phone, turning to wave at the fat cat while making his way towards the pickup truck.
"Farewell, Fortune Raccoon Master!"
The fat cat smiled broadly as it saw him off, and then turned its attention to the antelope.
The fat cat pushed a cart, bringing the antelope back to the makeshift tent hospital.
"Moo——"
Shortly after entering the hospital, the antelope let out a piercing scream.
The fat cat, on all fours, fled quickly from the temporary medical tent with an innocent, honest expression.
