Little Dragon was no longer coiled up. Two claws were splayed out in a duck-like sitting posture, while the other two kept wiping away tears. "And they're useful, especially useful. You used this kind of stone for your cultivation before, only those were nowhere near as good as that black one of yours."
Zuo Xiaoduo snorted. "Aren't they all just stones? What difference could there be? You're too fussy!"
Hearing this, Little Dragon actually rolled its eyes dramatically, in a remarkably human fashion.
This guy was so bad!
And he called himself a friend... hmph!
You couldn't trick a dragon like this!
"Fortune Points are easy enough to discuss. Right now, I just don't trust that you know where these stones are." Zuo Xiaoduo continued trying to hoodwink the dragon.
Little Dragon protested, "Of course I know! I don't mind telling you, the black stones I know about are even blacker than the one in your hand. I often go inside to sleep. Sleeping in there is really comfortable."
Zuo Xiaoduo lifted his head haughtily. "I don't believe you. Seeing is believing."
Little Dragon said, "Believe me or don't."
Zuo Xiaoduo said, "..."
Damn it, this wasn't following the script!
Couldn't the dragon say something like, "If you don't believe me, I'll take you there to see"?
"At least you have to tell me roughly where they are, right?"
"We haven't agreed on the terms yet!" Little Dragon peeked out with one eye between its claws.
"Fuck!"
Zuo Xiaoduo steeled himself. "Take me there, and I'll give you one drop."
"No way!"
Little Dragon said, "There are loads of these black stones there, and you're only giving me one drop? That's not enough."
"And you call yourself a good friend? Quibbling over every last scrap like this... fine, just tell