Teasing the Yellow Dog, Scrounging a Dinner

Creak, creak~

The grating cicadas chirped from overhead now and then.

Xu Changqing leaned against a poplar tree, a blade of green grass dangling from his mouth.

With a bite of his teeth, bitterness immediately spread through his mouth.

Yet rather than spitting it out, he savored it carefully.

Wangwang sat squatting before him, tilting its head back and frantically signaling with its eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Changqing lazily raised his left hand above its head. Yet instead of lowering it, he kept it roughly three inches away and made a show of petting it.

Out of instinct and trust, Wangwang narrowed its eyes, wearing an expression of bliss.

Even its tail began wagging from side to side, revealing the joy in its heart.

However, its happiness lasted less than three seconds before it suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Clearly, its master was petting it. Why could it not feel a thing?

That pleasant sensation of its scalp and fur being rubbed was nowhere to be found.

Filled with doubt, it turned its head to look behind itself.

Xu Changqing still maintained the petting posture, and there did not seem to be anything wrong with it.

At once, Wangwang began doubting itself.

Had it gotten up on the wrong side of the bed?

Had it not eaten enough just now?

Was it sleepy?

Its tiny head was filled with huge question marks.

Just then, it inadvertently looked up and was instantly dumbfounded.

Although Xu Changqing's palm was making petting motions, it had not touched down at all.

"Woof woof!"

Realizing it had been fooled, Wangwang barked furiously.

Xu Changqing grinned. "Hahaha... stupid dog!"

The man and dog teased each other for a while.

Suddenly, Xu Changqing sensed that the spiritual energy in his qi sea was gradually running dry.