Even then, Cheese could not calm down.
Iron Whistle was just like the present from God… On the night when he was lonely and sad.
It followed the sound of the whistle and it brought Cheese the feeling of safety.
Although it looked quite strange and even horrible, Cheese felt safe when he stayed with Iron Whistle.
He named it Iron Whistle, from the whistle his father, Shu You, gave him.
…
"Why did you treat it like this?" Cheese glared at Long Xiruo.
Using stubborn eyes that touched the Real Dragon of the Godly Land.
Long Xiruo sighed and lowed her head, saying, "I was careless, I should have noticed it earlier... when you said that you had a pet."
"Master Long?" Cheese had a sense of foreboding.
Long Xiruo continued, "Your pet... Iron Whistle is the one who wanted to kill Xiaojiang."
"That's not possible!" Cheese shouted
