Hearing there were rewards,
Little White's eyes shone with two beams of light, and whoosh—she darted in front of the mutant calf.
The Gathering Spirit Grass that had transformed into the calf quietly stepped back half a step, its single horn flashing as a small light screen materialized out of thin air in front of the Husky.
"You can choose your reward from above, just take a look for yourself,"
said the "mutant" calf, then flicked its tail and waited quietly.
Little White's face showed delight as she looked towards the light screen.
But after only a glance, her light brown pupils filled with a thick sense of disappointment.
At that moment, the little Taoist also came over. Seeing the emotional swings of his demon pet so quickly, he stroked Little White's head and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Temple Master, I thought this list would include that pack of wolves and pack of dogs."