A fat dog?!
The light shadow's eyes instantly shrank. How could a dog appear here? It could even withstand such horrifying mental energy pressure, floating between him and that mortal?
Lord Dog was swaying his tail. Around his mouth, there was still some oily juice that he had yet to lick clean.
As he strutted his cat-like steps, his butt swayed together with his tail.
Bu Fang's face was a little pale. Forcefully controlling the tool spirit of the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife and the tool spirit of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, which he yet to gain control over, had caused his corporeal body to slightly swell, feeling like he could not maintain it.
Below, the oceanic species experts stared at Bu Fang with astonished looks.
Bu Fang's power was out of everyone's expectations. Even the Black Dragon King had a stupefied face as he goggled at him.
