Liang Yuhan looked at the painting boat and said lightly, "No."
Completely ignoring Liang Yunhui's pitiful expression.
That painting boat was the famous Red House Painting Boat in Ruyang City, a well-known golden den, a paradise for men.
No way would Liang Yuhan allow Liang Yunhui to play there.
Chirp chirp—
Xiaohei stood on the riverbank, eyes fixed on the Bainu River, watching the fish leaping inside.
Suddenly, it pounced out and dived into the turbulent river.
When it appeared again, there was a two-meter-long fish in its mouth.
"Wow, Xiaohei is amazing!"
Liang Yunhui immediately set aside the matter of the painting boat and rushed over to Xiaohei, curiously examining the big fish.
...
Not far from them.
Two robust men stared at Liang Yuhan's group, nodding in satisfaction.
"Definitely looks like an Ink Fox, although it seems much plumper than the records in the book, but such a clever mythical beast is not common."
