Zhang Xiaohua Became a Foster Father

At this moment, the hall was utterly silent. Only the rough breathing of "Yellow Wind," sprawled in a corner, sounded in Zhang Xiaohua's ears from time to time.

Zhang Xiaohua formed a hand seal and sent it above the platform. Smiling, he said, "You really are something, old sir. Your body was clearly failing, yet you still forced yourself to fly. Did you really think you were the wind?"

Mm, "Yellow Wind" had been upgraded from "brother" to "old sir" in Zhang Xiaohua's mouth. It had to be said, that gift had truly packed a punch!

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaohua took the little mink from his bosom. The little fellow loved the warmth of Zhang Xiaohua's embrace. Seeing itself taken out, it stretched out its tiny paws as if searching and pleading to stay, while its mouth smacked in obvious displeasure.

Zhang Xiaohua shrugged and placed the little mink beside "Yellow Wind," thinking, This young hero isn't some wet nurse. I have nothing to feed you.

"Yellow Wind" raised its head and licked the little mink beside it. Then it laboriously walked over to the little black dog, nudged it with its snout, pointed at it with a small paw, and then pointed at Zhang Xiaohua.

Zhang Xiaohua froze. He pointed at the little black dog, then at his own nose. "Yellow Wind" nodded, but Zhang Xiaohua was unwilling. He shook his head hard and said, "You should raise them yourself, old sir. Raising one child is raising one child; raising two is also raising children. You'll slowly get used to it. Don't leave such a formidable task to me."

As though it had heard nothing, "Yellow Wind" walked to the other silver eye, looked at Zhang Xiaohua, pointed at the round pearl with its paw, then pointed at