Bei Yanlong stiffened, turning his head awkwardly, his little head drooping.
"Um... I'm full, thank you." Bei Yan wanted to slap himself for being so regretful. Why was he so forgetful of everything?
I just can't seem to shake this habit of forgetting everything else when I see food.
"Now that you've eaten, help me grind the ink." Junlin held a fine wolf-hair brush and wrote with great skill on the Xuan paper.
"What, what?!" Bei Yan's dragon body, which was floating in the air, swayed and almost fell directly to the floor.
"What, you ate my chicken leg, but you still won't help me grind the ink?" Jun Lin turned his head, his silver eyes narrowed, and glanced at Bei Yan.
Bei Yanlong trembled, his whiskers twitched, and the thought that his life was still in someone else's hands made him lose all his backbone.
What's the use of backbone? Can backbone be used as a means of survival?
With a smile on its hind legs, it flew towards the direction of the desk in the capital, used its dragon tail to pick up the millstone, and began grinding laboriously.
The tiny dragon, its body coiled around a millstone, was laboriously grinding away; it looked utterly pitiful.
If the setting weren't so inappropriate, Bei Yan would love to add a song to this moment:
Little bok choy, turning yellow in the field, two or three years old, lost its mother, its heart is filled with bitterness, its eyes brimming with tears…
Junlin only put down his pen after Bei Yan felt his dragon tail was almost numb from all the grinding.
Looking at the little guy who was panting heavily, Junlin felt inexplicably happy.
The immortals and demons are currently at odds, so logically, at the very least, I should lock this little guy up in jail.
But... the little guy has a lot of expressions, which are really funny and interesting. The people around him, apart from being respectful, are also terrified of him.
A little guy like this is truly a first in hundreds of years.
Besides, the little guy is still a creature that hasn't taken human form yet, so there's really no need to treat it like a prisoner.
"Little guy, what's your name?" Jun Lin reached out and poked Bei Yan's dragon claw. Tsk, the claw is quite sharp.
Bei Yanlong froze. Oh no, why was he asking for his name? Wait, no, wait...
Asking for his name means that this guy doesn't know his identity yet, and that his life isn't in danger for the time being.
Thinking of this, Bei Yan breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile, saying, "My name is Bai, Bai Cai. Yes, my name is Bai Cai."
This lie is so poorly crafted.
The little guy isn't willing to tell us his name; he's quite wary.
Junlin was not happy, and when he was unhappy, he wanted to tease the little guy. He stared at Bei Yan with his silver eyes for a while.
Bei Yan felt uneasy under Jun Lin's gaze, and only then did Jun Lin withdraw his eyes, saying with obvious disdain, "Bai?"
Bei Yan inexplicably recalled Jun Lin's words about it being pitch black, and her heart suddenly started to ache again.
He secretly rolled his eyes and mentally gave her the middle finger. As soon as Jun Lin turned his head, Bei Yan put on a fake smile that couldn't be more fake.
She endured it for the sake of her life!
“Ah Lin.”
A gentle female voice came from outside the tent. Bei Yan's eyes lit up. The voice sounded like that of a great beauty!
Just as he was about to peek, he was grabbed by a large hand. The four claws flapped back and forth in the air a few times. When he turned around, he saw Junlin's beautiful face, with a pair of silver eyes looking at him mockingly.
"What are you doing?" She was furious, yet incredibly cowardly.
Jun Lin didn't speak, but tapped Bei Yan's head with his finger. In the blink of an eye, Bei Yan transformed from a dragon into a pure white cat.
Bei Yan raised her fluffy white cat paw, finding it amusing and incredibly novel.
He completely forgot to argue with Junlin about why he turned himself into a cat.
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