Li Cunxu looked at the little white spider eating explosive popcorn on the field, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Being very familiar with the little white spider, Li Cunxu guessed the reason it was doing this; probably influenced by some book.
A book is not only a vessel of knowledge but also a carrier of other people's thoughts.
Just like someone who loves sweet tofu will describe it as delicious in their stories while portraying salty tofu as heresy, and vice versa for someone who prefers salty tofu.
Adding to this, the opponent did not put enough pressure on the little white spider, making it even less interested in the battle it already didn't care about.
The little white spider softly said, "Such a disobedient Little Dragon."
The little white spider pointed a finger towards the Rock Flying Dragon.
"Spider silk bind."
A bundle of spider silk appeared from thin air near the Rock Flying Dragon's mouth, tightly binding it shut.
