Su Qinghong looked Lu Wenwu up and down, seeing he was fine, she asked with relief:
"Oh, you! We agreed on being perfectly honest, yet you secretly hid a dog with Divine Beast Bloodline! This is Divine Beast Bloodline! If I'm not mistaken, this should be a Huo Dou? Judging by these signs of atavism, the bloodline concentration isn't low either!"
"Get lost, 'perfectly honest' is what it's called!" Lu Wenwu replied helplessly to this reasonable Fox Lady, "As you can see, my little buddy—Mao Mao, was just a big golden retriever before. I picked him up from the street over a year ago."
"My Emperor Xin great great great great-grandfather! What kind of dog luck is this!" Su Qinghong made a strange face at Lu Wenwu, "You can pick up a dog with Divine Beast Bloodline from the street! You really are... going against the heavens!"
Mao Mao obediently sat by Lu Wenwu's feet, politely raised a paw, and shook it: "Woof! Don't badmouth my master, woof!"
