At the little rascal's words, Gungun's face twitched violently several times, while inwardly he cursed up a storm.
Play with a bear?
Am I here for you to play with? I'm the Ancestral Bear, an innate deity! Do you even know what respect means, kid? Before a bear of my standing, you should kneel obediently, kowtow, and call me a great god!
"He's so fat! Father, can I grow up to be as fat as him?" While Gungun was grumbling inwardly, Nine Li suddenly turned to Quan Jiu and asked.
"Well... no. You need to learn our Witch Race's body-tempering divine ability from Daddy and grow strong," Quan Jiu said.
"Then can we keep him? I want him to be my pet," Nine Li asked next.
Gungun: "???"
"Nine Li, don't be rude! Apologize to your Uncle Gungun right now!" Quan Jiu's expression changed at the question. He immediately frowned and reprimanded him.
"But... he's so cute. I really like him," Nine Li said plaintively. As he spoke, he took his hand off Gungun's belly, wrapped both arms around his thigh instead, and gazed pleadingly at Quan Jiu.
Quan Jiu: "..."
"Great Shaman, this son of yours... certainly is interesting!" Gungun clenched his fists as he spoke to Quan Jiu.
"Brother Gungun, this child was only just born. Although he has half Witch Race blood and was born knowing a few things, he doesn't know much, so... please don't take offense," Quan Jiu said apologetically.
"How could I? Great Shaman, I'm not that petty." Then Gungun lowered his head, opened his mouth to show Nine Li his fangs, and said with a beaming smile, "Really? I like little children like you very much too."
"Wow, such sharp teeth! Father, can you pull his teeth out and make me a weapon