The Little Kirin jumped off from it, raised its eyebrows and said, "I never thought something so ugly could be such a romantic wolf!"
The three-headed wolf demon shook its head, sighed, "Don't be fooled by my appearance, actually I am a poet!"
"Get lost!"
The Little Kirin cursed with a smile, "I call you fat, and now you're really starting to pant!"
The three-headed wolf demon collapsed on the ground in despair, "What joy is there in life, and what sorrow in death, my master is dead, you might as well kill me with joy! My wolf skin is worth some money, if possible, sell it and erect a tombstone for me; just carve four words on it."
"Which four words?"
Little Xuan foolishly believed its nonsense.
The three-headed wolf said sorrowfully, "A poet!"
The Little Kirin couldn't stand it, kicked its head, flipping its mouth upwards.
"Can anyone help? Does a Kirin have to be this brutal? Is this what a three-year-old should do? Is there no justice left?"
