Trembling, he stretched out a hand, pointing at the lifelike Yuan Bao, "You! You! You..."
"Me? What's wrong with me?" Yuan Bao pointed at himself, bewildered.
Zhou Zongbao's gaze drifted downward, his eyes bulging, "Your... stomach?"
Yuan Bao looked down as well, then glared angrily, "How many times have I said it, that's my waist! It's my waist!"
"Then... your waist?"
Zhou Zongbao was even more perplexed. Just a moment ago, he had risked his life to stop Mother Tigress from lashing out, and the next moment, Yuan Bao was bursting with energy!
What was this all about?
"My waist... ow..." Remembering his sprained back, Yuan Bao instinctively reached to hold it, then thought again, "Wait, my waist doesn't hurt anymore?"
The look of surprise was evident on his face; just earlier, moving slightly would be deadly painful, but now it was just a bit sore and swollen, not painful at all!