"Ah? A hundred days, that's ridiculous, do you really want me dead? Let me out!"
Little Zhu Yan heard Ye Tianchen's words and felt on the verge of collapsing. To stay here for a hundred days, smelling its own excrement for a hundred days, was more unbearable than death. It went wild inside the bag, expressing rage and protest, but unfortunately, no matter how much it struggled, its cultivation was sealed, making it impossible to escape like an ordinary person.
"Don't bother with this punk, let's continue eating grilled fish and rabbit meat!" Ye Tianchen said, completely ignoring the situation.
"My God, is there justice? Is there the brotherhood? I've worked so hard to escort this old and young safely here, and went through great pains to ensure only you could discover the mark without the enemy noticing, and yet you treat me like this, the heavens are unfair!" Little Zhu Yan shouted in the bag.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
