Fat Man likes small animals.
Otherwise, the cat staying in dorm 403 wouldn't treat Fat Man's bed as its palace, and Fat Man's head as its little nest.
But not all small animals are as harmless as Tuan Tuan.
At the very least, that little Green Snake in Zheng Qing's ear is not an easy creature to deal with. At this moment, hearing Fat Man once again begin to pester, wanting to play with that Green Snake, the young Wizard on scholarship immediately put on a stern face, giving him a warning look:
"Do you want my points to be completely deducted? The issue with Furry Bean hasn't even been resolved yet...and that snake is not a pet, it's not easy to deal with, be careful it doesn't crush your bones..."
Whoosh!
The tent flap lifted, and Old Verne walked in wrapped in a chill.
"What's going to crush bones?" The Elder Wizard shook off the cold from his body, catching the Warlock's half-uttered sentence, and smiled as he asked.
