Three bottles!
A humanlike look of contemplation flashed through Little Roar's beastly eyes as it thought to itself:
"Three bottles it is!
Better than not getting even one bottle!"
Little Roar immediately let out several soft roars, as if saying:
'Then three bottles!
'As long as you give this beast three bottles of Spirit Pills, this beast will forgive you!'
Through their intangible connection, Cheng Buzheng naturally understood what Little Roar's soft roars meant.
Then, smiling, he looked at Little Roar and said:
"Wouldn't that be too much of a grievance for you?"
At those words.
Little Roar hurriedly shook its massive head and gave several soft roars.
'No grievance... no grievance!'
After several soft roars...
With blazing anticipation in its beastly eyes, Little Roar swished its tail and stared at Cheng Buzheng, looking as though it were urging him to hurry up and give this beast the Spirit Pills.
Seeing this.
Cheng Buzheng seemed to shake his head helplessly before saying:
"Forget it. I know you've been wronged."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't be unwilling to get close to me right now—not even willing to come near me."
The next instant.
A streak of lightning flashed past.
When he looked again, Little Roar had already appeared before Cheng Buzheng, sprawled upon the ground as though it were ready to let him do whatever he pleased.
Clearly.
For the sake of the Spirit Pills, Little Roar had cast the dignity of a fourth-rank great demon beyond the nine heavens.
A trace of a scheming smile flashed through Cheng Buzheng's eyes.
Then, as usual, he patted Little Roar and said:
"The Spirit Pills are with my true self. I'll give them to you after we leave."
Roar!
Little Roar nodded its head in satisfaction, delight flashing in its eyes.
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