After Qu Shenglian left, Wang Wu was still deep in thought when her little sister Qing Luo suddenly swelled up as if she had been inflated, leaving him dumbfounded.
"What are you looking at? You doing me, or am I doing you?"
"What?"
"Why pretend to be so pure, you old fart? Isn't it just that you want it but won't say it? My sister already promised me to you as a concubine. I'm asking you: you doing me, or am I doing you? Want me to show you my true form?"
"Stop! Cut it out! I only want to discuss serious business right now!" Wang Wu could barely take it. What the hell was this? Did her sister know she was this bold? A moment ago, she had looked so obedient and innocent; now she was a tyrannosaurus?
"Serious business? Then speak. I'm listening!"
The baby dragon that had just inflated to bursting instantly shrank back into a little spirit dragon. Somehow, she had found a blade of grass and stuck it between her lips, shoved both hands into her pockets, cocked her messy head to one side, and automatically extended a tiny tail behind her. She planted it on the ground, and it made the perfect stool.
There was simply no describing that image.
But Wang Wu could not be bothered to argue with her. He asked directly, "Can you guarantee that none of you will cause trouble?"
The little spirit dragon rolled her eyes. "We can guard this ship until we die of old age without anything going wrong, but as for you, sir, we don't dare guarantee anything!"
"Oh? Be specific."
"What is there to say? With us here, this Spirit Capturing Ship will never sink, never lack power, and remain self-sufficient. We can even help