Looking at the Little Deng in the fishing game interface, Han Qiwu laughed heartily twice.
Aren't you biting my float?
Let's see who loses this round.
Back in the fishing game, Han Qiwu first inspected the size of the Little Deng.
Hmm, about two units smaller than my float.
No problem now.
Not only that, perhaps due to previous bad luck, this time when fishing for the Little Deng, a ghastly white bone chest appeared in the center of the game's frame.
"This chest looks somewhat classy, I'll get the progress bar up first, and then come back for the chest." Thought Han Qiwu, and he cautiously moved the float closer to the Little Deng.
The Little Deng seemed a bit flustered, jumping back and forth frantically at the bottom of the game frame.
When it saw the float, its ferocious nature emerged again, and it opened its big mouth and lunged towards the float.
"Dream on."
Golden lightning struck the Little Deng, stunning it.
