As he spoke, Fu Yunshen brought over his plump little tiger.
"Come on, Overlord. Give it a fierce roar."
"Rawr!"
The chubby little tiger, with its tiny wings and slightly bristling fur, roared in a babyish voice.
Spirit beasts seemed to grow especially slowly. At any rate, these little ones were still the size of two-month-old babies.
If they had anything in common, it was that every one of them had been raised nice and plump, with plenty of flesh on their bones.
Even Fu Wenli's little snake looked slightly rounded.
And Fu Nanshan's little deer was as adorable as it was elegant.
The fattest were Fu Yunshen's little tiger and Fu Yunting's chubby wolf cub. The wolf cub looked much like a plump, fluffy Alaskan Malamute puppy.
Then there was Fu Wenzi's chubby little bird, which looked like an enormously puffed-up ball of dandelion fluff.
But although they were all plump, they were healthy.
They had puffed up so much because they spent all day around Qin Yan, soaking up pure spiritual qi and eating spirit fruit. Occasionally, Qin Yan even fed them spiritual qi condensed from life force.
All that feeding had puffed them right up.
The little dragon was hungry.
She cried out, looking pitiful.
How could anyone in the Fu Family bear that?
Never mind them-even the butler and Auntie Sun were eager to feed her.
Then they learned that the little dragon needed her eggshell ground into powder and mixed into cow's or goat's milk.
"We'll do it."
Auntie Sun rolled up her sleeves, ready to get to work.
But...
The eggshell was truly hard. Even using every ounce of her strength, she could not break off a single bit.
Auntie Sun panted. "Good heavens! How did that little dragon get out? This egg is