Coo, coo—
Xiao Bai had clearly understood Li Meng's words. It gave two disgruntled cries, then, after flapping its wings to steady itself, immediately stretched out its neck and pecked at her ear, reminding the witch that she already had a pet.
Of course, it did not use much force.
Just enough for her to feel that it was angry.
"—It's different, darling. You're different."
Li Meng reached back to stroke the pigeon's head, her movements practiced as though she had done it countless times. In a soothing tone, she said, "I raise dragons to help me fight, but I raise you because I love you. How could those be the same? ...Besides, who says someone can't keep two animals? Doesn't Hermione have a cat too?"
She turned her head and looked at Hermione with an expression that said, "Right?"
Hermione gave a dry laugh.
She did not say a word.
Though she did indeed have a cat, what she was holding now was a dragon. And it was a Small Dragon with a somewhat bad temper that could understand human speech. If she nodded and agreed with Li Meng, provoking the little dragon into throwing a tantrum and biting and breathing fire everywhere, the loss would outweigh the gain.
She simply lowered her head and tugged the silver chain in her hand.
Clatter—
A faint metallic scraping sound rang out.
Pulled by the chain, the Small Dragon reluctantly withdrew its head, which had been edging toward the Great Sprites' wings. A low rumble came from its throat, though it was unclear whether it was protesting or threatening them.
"—Are any of you even listening to me?"
Zhu Si finally lost her patience. Glowering at the witches in front of her, who had clearly not taken her words seriously at