With an arrogant attitude, he grabbed the little devil's head, bumping it with his nose tip, making him bow and scrape, but he noticed unexpectedly that the little devil's forehead turned red.
The mark was half an inch long and as wide as a minute, standing prominently on the little devil's forehead.
The red was like the tip of a sharp knife pointing upwards, filled with a strong and intense qi.
Seeing that part of the red mark, the arrogant Cangsheng couldn't help but hear the little devil's cries.
Earlier, the voice from the little devil's head had been gentle, sounding like the cub of a beast unearthed.
The little devil's voice might have had a hoarse growl, not as soft as before, but it was somewhat rough and brave.
This change on the little devil's head didn't hide his arrogant and pale eyes.
Cangsheng arrogantly held the little devil's head with both hands, staring at him. In his heart, he thought: "This guy is growing slowly, otherwise how could such a change happen?"
