"Haha, it's so lively, all my brothers are here."
Lin Qingluo's crisp and pleasant laughter came with the wind, her graceful figure swiftly approached, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of a group of young men.
"Master." "Sister." "Little sister."
The young men saw the heroic girl, their eyes brightened, and they all showed extremely delighted expressions.
Lin Yixuan let go of Huya's big head, laughed and got up, patting the dust off his body.
"You're ten years old and still rolling on the ground."
Lin Qingluo smiled and scolded.
It seemed like a reprimand, but in fact, it was full of indulgence.
"Roar."
Huya saw its little master and excitement flashed in its tiger eyes, as it let out a low growl.
"Huya, it's been a year, and you've grown even stronger."
Lin Qingluo looked up at Huya, patted its big head, and didn't hesitate to praise it.
"Roar."
Huya understood and affectionately rubbed its little master's wrist.