Translator: Aran

  “Eat, eat your father…”


  If it was not for the fact that he did not want to awaken the slumbering Snow Dragon through making too much noise, Ye Qingyu would really have loudly berated Big Head.

  In truth, he was really about to faint from being so angered by this stupid dog.

  Could it be that gluttons don’t value their lives?

  It was such a large Snow Dragon. If they utilized the time to quickly run away before it awoke, perhaps they could k..