Standing in front, "Snow Cloud Peak" scratched his head: "Is that thing still not broken? Should we go down and get it? Someone ask William!"
"Seems like we don't need to bother with it," "Rainfall Mortal Dust" said, leaning over from behind him.
"Isn't that Lagong over there?" "Snow Cloud Peak" waved and yelled at the photographer behind them, "That live streamer! What are you doing back there? Hatching eggs?
Hurry and come to the front! Why are you filming us? Did water get into your brain?
Shoot down below! Zoom in the camera!"
The reporter squeezed forward silently, his filming equipment nonchalantly sliding past "Snow Cloud Peak's" face. Hill leaned back suddenly... those large nostrils, the pale whites of the eyes, and the twisted cheeks... Hill suddenly couldn't remember what Snow Old Dog originally looked like.
Offending a photographer is truly a major calamity in life!
