Xiaolun knew Xiaobai was going to follow Yang Ruxin back home, and hurriedly whooshed around her wrist again. It did not want to stay with Dabai the tiger; after all, its injury was just a superficial wound on the skin, which would heal on its own soon.
"Crap, my little shrimps." Yang Ruxin suddenly remembered something and when she looked outside, she found that her bucket had been smashed by the tiger, and the three pounds of little shrimps were scattered everywhere. She couldn't help but let out a low curse and pointed at the big guy outside in the space, "You son of a bitch, just wait, one day I will turn your bones into a plaster..."
Why didn't she just put the shrimp bucket into the space earlier? Yang Ruxin felt like banging her head against the wall.
Dabai couldn't help but shrink its neck; Tiger Bone Paste seemed to be very popular among humans.