Gu Yue Wins Big in Pet Form, Tang Wuling Rages That Her Version Is Outdated, Tang San: Just Try Learning It

Lin An fell silent for two seconds, with only one thought left in his heart: It's over. This silly little thing is actually kind of cute.

He had always wanted to keep a little pet, but he had been afraid he would not be able to take care of it properly.

Scooping poop, feeding it, taking it for walks—every one of those took effort.

And he was lazy, so he was terrified he might accidentally raise it to death.

But was not the cute little creature in front of him a ready-made pet?

After petting it, he would not have to take responsibility, and it could even find the toilet to pee and poop by itself.

Perfect.

So he directly held Gu Yue in his palm, pressed two fingers together, and stroked her all the way from the top of her head to the tip of her tail.

At first, Gu Yue still wanted to preserve the last shred of the Silver Dragon King's dignity and stubbornly kept quiet.

But after her head was rubbed twice, a string of soft, childish "ang ang" sounds could not help spilling from her throat.

By the third stroke, she had completely surrendered. She rolled over to expose her belly, curled her four little paws in front of her chest, and her huge purple eyes shimmered with dazed moisture.

Lin An: "..."

No. Were you really the Silver Dragon King?

The Co-Lord of Soul Beasts? Half of the Dragon God? This was it?

Tang Wuling had already gone numb beside them.

The Gu Yue she remembered was aloof, sharp-tongued, and a terrifying woman who would go for the kill at the slightest provocation.

Now this thing was lying in Lin An's palm with her belly up, begging to be petted, her tail wagging even