Clearly, it is willing.
"Then I'll give you a name."
Jiang Fan stroked his Ruins Spirit up and down, pondering what kind of name he should give it.
" Brother Fan, how about we call it Fatty?"
As soon as the fat man opened his mouth, he saw the orange cat Ruins Spirit baring its teeth and hissing at him, even trying to scratch him.
Seeing this, Zhou Yanchen joked, "I'll give it a voiceover: 'You're fat, you're fat, your whole family is fat!'"
"Pfft--" Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The fat man glared at Zhou Yanchen. "Come on, you come up with one. Let's see what good name you can come up with."
"Hmm, let's call him handsome," Zhou Yanchen said without hesitation.
It has to be said, he knows how to flatter; no wonder he's become Jiang Fan's leg accessory.
"Pah! Calling you Zhou Tiantian is absolutely right."
The fat man was disgusted. He knew Zhou Yanchen was a sycophant, but he never expected him to even fawn over a little cat next to Jiang Fan.
"By the way, I don't know if it's male or female. If it's female, calling it 'handsome guy' doesn't seem appropriate. Come on, let me take a look."
As Zhou Yanchen spoke, he reached out to lift the orange cat Ruins Spirit's tail to see if it had a bell.
Before he could even touch the fur, the orange cat Ruins Spirit kicked him away.
It really did fly out.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, it traced a downward-opening parabola before crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Ouch! Ouch! My butt, my butt!"
This scene elicited quite a burst of laughter.
Everyone noticed that the orange cat Ruins Spirit's kick was incredibly fast, even Jiang Fan himself didn't think he could dodge it.
Zhou Yanchen only suffered a minor injury to his buttocks, but otherwise was not seriously harmed. This shows that the orange cat Ruins Spirit spared his life; otherwise, he would probably have died even if he hadn't.
"I'll give you a name," the Little Turtle said, looking at the orange cat, Ruins Spirit.
Upon hearing this, everyone stopped laughing and became curious about what name the Little Turtle would have.
How's the orange?
Well...
Is it really that tacky?
The orange cat Ruins Spirit glanced at the Little Turtle with disdain, its eyes full of disgust.
"Damn it! What kind of look is that? How dare you look down on Lord Turtle? You think I won't kill you?"
The Little Turtle, provoked, became incredibly fierce.
The orange cat Ruins Spirit, looked like a frightened Little White, meowing as it snuggled into Jiang Fan's arms.
Seeing the Little Turtle's pitiful and frightened appearance softened Jiang Fan's heart, and he immediately roared at it without any politeness.
"What are you doing? Bullying it because it's weak? And you call it one of the four guardian Divine Beast of the Church of Justice? You'll have no shame if word gets out."
The Little Turtle's eyes were wide and round, almost bulging out.
"You, you little brat, dare to yell at me? Believe me or not, I'll drown you in my snot!"
Jiang Fan was initially a little apprehensive, after all, the Little Turtle's strength and background were far beyond his reach; challenging it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
But upon hearing the second half of the sentence, the line "I'll drown you with my snot," a vivid image immediately came to mind.
I suppressed the urge to vomit, but at the same time, my temper flared up.
"You dare to sneer at me? Believe me, I'll fight you to the death! Even if I die, I'll pluck a single hair from your head!"
If they were outside, Jiang Fan wouldn't think he had the ability to pluck fur off the Little Turtle.
Absolutely impossible.
However, here, their strength was suppressed by the spatial rules.
In addition to his advantage as Great Psychic, he felt capable of not only plucking a single hair, but also plucking all the hairs off the Little Turtle's head.
The Little Turtle's eyes bulged even more, while air kept spitting out from its nostrils.
At this moment, it really wanted to smear Jiang Fan with its snot, but for some reason, its innate intuition told it that it absolutely could not do so.
It's really strange. Last time in the Outer Wilderness Zone, when Jiang Fan was ordering it around, it really didn't want to pay attention to this kid who hadn't even grown any hair yet, but in the end it still gave in out of anger.
Why is that?
The man and the tortoise stared at each other without blinking, as if whoever blinked first would be defeated.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the bystanders fell silent.
Finally, Fatty spoke first, "Ahem, well, Brother Fan, Lord Turtle is a senior after all, shouldn't we show some respect for the elder?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fan glared at him.
"A creature that only knows how to attack people with its snot, you want me to give in? I wasn't joking just now. If it really attacked me with its snot, I would have fought it to the death!"
Well...
The fat man knew about Jiang Fan's germaphobia, so since that approach wouldn't work, he could only try talking to the Little Turtle again.
" Lord Turtle, you're so magnanimous, don't hold a grudge. Brother Fan is still young, so perhaps—"
Before he could finish speaking, the Little Turtle sprayed his face with saliva.
"Impossible! If this guy doesn't bow down and admit his mistake today, I will never forgive him. Hmph! I never wanted to protect him in the first place, but if it weren't for your ancestor insisting that I do this, I would rather die on top of you than agree to this!"
The Little Turtle was so angry that smoke kept coming out of its nose. In all its life, it had only ever suffered at the hands of Wang Yao and Brother Peach. No other creature in the world had ever dared to talk back to it like that.
As for why the owner isn't allowed in the area, it's because no matter how the owner scolds it, or even kicks it, it willingly and happily endures it.
The fat man inwardly scoffed at what the Little Turtle said.
What does it mean to "run headfirst into me and die"?
So what does this have to do with me?
So, who are you, some big shot? You bumped into me, are you sure I'm not going to die?
Despite his complaints, the fat man would never dare to say these things.
"You're right, you're absolutely right. But just as you said, for the sake of my ancestor, you know he can go crazy. If you really abandon Brother Fan, he'll definitely take his anger out on you."
These words calmed the Little Turtle down a bit, but it still had a short temper, roaring and spitting in the Little Fatty's face.
"Let me tell you, it's not that I'm afraid of your ancestor. It's mainly because your ancestor is my master's lover!"
"Yes, yes, yes! How could you possibly be afraid of my ancestor? Who are you? You are one of the four vice-ministerial Divine Beast of the Church of Justice, and a capable henchman of that person back then. How could you possibly be afraid of my ancestor?"
The fat man wiped the drool from his face as he spoke to the Little Turtle.
The Little Turtle's mood improved slightly, and it glanced at Jiang Fan sideways.
"Kid, did you hear me? I'm letting this slide today because of that Crazy Woman, but you have to apologize to me now. Otherwise, I won't help you if you're ever in danger. I'm not kidding, even if you're about to die, I won't even glance at you."