"Mo Mo?"
The Moli Dragon paused for a moment and let out a call.
"Mo Mo." The Dragon King nodded.
"Mo Mo…" The Moli Dragon made a sound, indicating it understood.
It wasn't as happy as imagined.
In fact, the day before yesterday it had borrowed a phone to watch the live broadcast of Qiao Sang and the Little Ting Dragon's match, and when they were cheered as champions at the end, it knew it wouldn't have a chance at a contract.
A beginner stage challenger winning four consecutive matches; even at its beginner stage, it couldn't have achieved that.
Moreover, from their eye contact after the win, it was clear their bond was much stronger than imagined.
...
Six in the evening, at the dining table.
The dinner was very sumptuous, besides the usual food and energy pills, it was filled with various colors of tree fruit.
All of these were specially sent by the Little Mo Dragon's species before dinner.
