Little Taotie didn't know why Huahua would be here; this face looked just like Huahua's, but there were some differences.
For instance, there was a scar the length of a fingernail at the corner of his eye.
"Tsk!"
He disdainfully examined the "dirty" thing in front of him, sneering: "Truly useless."
Little Taotie looked down at himself. Due to a fall, although his head was protected, his body was still dirty, and his white fur had turned gray.
"Didn't know how to dodge? Or didn't move to counterattack?"
"Meow?"
"Meow what meow, you're a cat, no meowing allowed."
"Meow?"
"Keep meowing, and I'll smack your butt."
"Meow?"
Suddenly, without any warning, Little Taotie's butt got smacked!
Little Taotie was so shocked he opened his little mouth, stuck out his tongue, and tilted his head like a dumbfounded cat.
"Got smacked silly? They've tossed you so many times but you didn't turn silly, yet I smack you once and you're done?"
