On the shark's back.
Yi Lin was bored.
He planned to chat with Xuan Ci to break the ice and lighten up the mood with his teammates.
Between Xuan Ci and Niu You, he chose Xuan Ci.
Dogs, being Wang Tiandi's relatives, have always had a special place in his heart.
"Say, Brother Dog, how old are your kids?"
Xuan Ci: "..."
"They look adorable, are they twins? So envious, your dog clan really knows how to multiply."
The prince of a certain drought tribe struck up a conversation on his own.
But the dark-skinned Xuan Ci just stared intently at the distant ship silhouette, not saying a word, as if he was deaf and hadn't heard Taiyi's chat.
"Brother Dog, how old are you?"
Brother Dog: "..."
"Brother Dog, Brother Dog, is your Blood Monster Art related to smell? I heard from my mother that we'll be relying on your nose a lot in this operation."
Brother Dog: "..."
"By the way, Brother Dog..."
"My name is Xuan Ci."
