This Feather Tyrannosaur Wasn't Right

At that moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo, having delivered the letter, was rushing toward where Qian Renxue and Yun Chen were.

Qian Renxue and Yun Chen had already set up camp and were preparing to rest.

The moment Golden Crocodile Douluo entered the camp, the first thing he saw was not the campfire, but Qian Renxue standing beneath a crooked tree with her head lowered as she listened to Yun Chen speak.

Who knew what Yun Chen had said? Qian Renxue immediately raised her foot to kick him.

He dodged with a sidestep, that infuriating grin still hanging on his face.

Golden Crocodile Douluo gave a heavy cough from afar.

Qian Renxue froze mid-motion. When she turned and saw him, the blush on her ears had yet to fade, though her voice remained steady. "Grandpa Golden Crocodile."

Clearly, their Xue'er still was not quite used to showing overly intimate affection in front of family.

"Mm."

Golden Crocodile Douluo walked over, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them, the smile on his face impossible to suppress.

"I only took the time to deliver a letter, and you two have been having quite the fun here."

"Senior Golden Crocodile."

Yun Chen smiled, entirely at ease.

"Did you deliver the letter?"

"I did. It was personally received by the Grand Priest."

Golden Crocodile Douluo paused, then deliberately added at a leisurely pace.

"I also mentioned in the letter that a certain little girl surnamed Qian came to the Star Dou Great Forest supposedly to hunt a soul ring, but was clearly here to flirt with some brat."

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile!"

Qian Renxue's face instantly turned red.

"I only said it casually. Look how anxious you got."

Golden Crocodile Douluo waved a hand.

"Enough, enough. I'm an old man; I can't