The End Dragon Was Trained Like a Dog by Lin Yan, While the Federation's Top Brass Was Still Meeting to Figure Out What She Wanted

Lin Yan looked down at Gu Yuena.

Gu Yuena secretly watched his expression as well, her purple vertical pupils darting around.

Her heart was in turmoil.

But on second thought, she decided she could not back down.

How could the dignified Silver Dragon King act timid?

So she pulled her head back slightly, then forcibly puffed out her chest.

"Don't hit dragons, okay?"

Her voice was very soft.

She was completely different from the arrogant way she had just pointed at the Federation's official account and cursed it out.

Lin Yan looked at her for several seconds.

He said nothing.

He merely sighed, then turned and walked out of the barbecue restaurant.

Gu Yuena sat on the table, blankly watching his retreating back.

For the first second, she had not reacted yet.

By the second second, her tail stopped wagging.

Wait.

What did that mean?

Was he really angry?

Was he not going to want her anymore?

She lowered her head and glanced at the half-plate of beef still left on the table.

Then she looked up at Lin Yan's increasingly distant back.

Between dignity and her master, she made a difficult choice in roughly 0.3 seconds.

The beef suddenly no longer smelled so good.

She jumped off the table, her four short little legs moving furiously as she scampered after him.

Her belly bobbed up and down, making her look like a silver-white furball rolling across the ground.

But things were not actually as serious on Lin Yan's side as she imagined.

What had been said had already been said.

Beating up that foolish dragon now would not make the entire internet wipe its records and start over.

Looking at it from another angle—using his power as a bluff was not necessarily a bad thing.

At least for now,