Neither of them wanted to talk about studying. Although full of worries about the future of the Jiangu people, Dagon did not want to rush this moment and waste the time he and Xi Luoai had spent together. They were talking and doing all sorts of trivial things, it didn't matter what these things were, the point was that they were doing it together.
"Laughing at Master is just laughing at me. I can't stand it." Trang Trang bared his fangs, patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely let the two-legged sheep go there. Learn how to defend yourself."
Dagon also lifted his forehead, frowned deeply, and looked at Xi Luoai with sympathetic eyes.
Tormund nodded, confirming the situation with Dagon. "They are all war priests, as well as war priests. We like such priests in the endless maze."
Dagon, who was acting stupid and stiff, turned over, and the two people of the Jiangu tribe rolled to the top of the tower one after another and sat on the ground. "Come up." Dagon smiled and said, "Is my hallucination strange?"
Wait, what are you talking about? Xi Luoai interrupted Dagon, raised half an eyebrow, and said questioningly: "I saw your mother, she has your father's beard! I see she also takes good care of those beards."
Xi Luoai looked around. If there weren't so many new puddles on the ground, clearly reflecting the shadow of the blue sky, she would really feel like she was being mesmerized. She secretly pinched her thigh, but accidentally miscalculated the hardness of the Mage Hand armor. “Ouch!” Xi Luoai jumped up in pain, startling the other two.