"In our hometown, we always had to tend cattle and sheep. After you left, I saw the cattle in the Beast Stable and couldn't resist the urge."
Although he had been away from home for so long, the blood in his veins would never change.
A bit embarrassed, Niu Chuanchuan scratched his head at this point.
After all, the other cultivators appeared so ethereal and extraordinary, while he seemed so unsophisticated.
Besides himself, no one thought he was unsophisticated.
On the contrary, Jia Xitong, looking at the three Demon Beasts that had transformed from fat to strong, suddenly felt a twinge of pressure from Niu Chuanchuan.
"Then for the next few days, I'll have to trouble you."
As Shang Yanting said this, Jia Xitong sharply looked at him, "Usually I'm the one taking care of them."
You can't just change the master of the Demon Beasts because Niu Chuanchuan takes care of them well!
He grabbed the Little Raccoon and went inside, "Don't you want little wings?"
To grow wings.
