"Your mom's***..."
Hearing Murong Chayue's warm greeting, the giant dragon raised both claws to cover its ears and leaned against the wall, completely ignoring him.
Seeing this, Murong Chayue flew into a rage. "Hey, Wind Dragon, what the hell do you mean by that? Have you forgotten who looked after you every day back then and searched the mountains high and low for food for you?!"
Hearing Murong Chayue say this, Wind Dragon replied with exasperation and a hint of anger:
"Your mom's**..."
Holy crap!
Murong Huai froze. It could speak human language, so this Wind Dragon had to be at least a hundred thousand years old. But that accent was just...
Wind Dragon continued, "You damn**, you've got some nerve saying that. 'Looked after me'—weren't you asking me for food and drink every single day? And you found food for me? Your mom's**, nine out of ten things you brought back were poisonous fruits!!"
Hearing Wind Dragon's words, Murong Huai froze. Murong Chayue rubbed his nose with a guilty look. "Ahem, there was still one left, wasn't there?"
At that, Wind Dragon flew into a rage:
"You've got some nerve! The one that was left was a laxative fruit! Your mom's**..."
Halfway through, Wind Dragon was so furious he was practically boiling over. Then he spotted Murong Huai and immediately started complaining. "This kid, you tell me—what kind of thing is this damn nonsense? This dragon was shitting hundreds of times a month, and my ass hurt for years..."
Listening to Wind Dragon, Murong Huai's mouth twitched. A laxative fruit, to put it plainly, was a purgative. Hundreds of bowel movements a month... At the thought, Murong Huai couldn't help shivering. The way he looked at his own grandfather changed, too.
*Wasn't he just a little demon in human