They may say no, but their tongues tell a different story.

"You damn dog, I'll stew you sooner or later." Chu You's face grew redder and redder, but her eyes became increasingly sharp.

As for An Tu, his eyes were already somewhat glazed over from the friction of the golden rope, and his pink lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, or perhaps he wanted to eat or drink something.

"It's stewed!?"

The greyhound wobbled over to Chu You's side.

His tongue was flicking around, making Chu You frown.

"You damn dog, what do you want?"

Chu You's cheeks were rosy, and even her neck was flushed and hot.

"What are you doing? Hehehe!"

The greyhound shook its head, looking every bit the villain.

"Although this divine dog is not qualified to eat the Fruit of Luck, licking it is still acceptable, hehehehe!"

As it spoke, the greyhound's tongue spun rapidly like an electric fan, spitting out a trail of saliva.

Then, the greyhound moved its head closer to Chu You.

It seems they intend to give Chu You a thorough facial cleansing.

"You dare!!!" Chu You's eyes were filled with sword intent.

"Hehehe!"

The greyhound, its tongue spinning like a windmill, couldn't speak, but still let out a villainous laugh to show its disdain.

However....

Just as the greyhound's tongue was about to touch Chu You's nose, blowing her hair back in a flurry.

"Awoo!~"

A dog's head emerged from the void and suddenly bit the greyhound's tongue.

The fan stopped abruptly.

"!?"

The greyhound was startled, then suddenly let out a pitiful howl.

"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Gently, gently..."