"Damn it, I should have spoken first, Elder is mighty!" exclaimed Second Fatty as he followed closely behind.
Behind them, the riverbed rumbled, smoke and dust rose, frog heads swarmed, blocking all exits, noisy and chaotic. Amidst the confusion, they pushed the last two models to the back. The twitching right eyelid of the Frog King finally stopped, and he let out a long breath.
Big Fatty looked around slightly disappointed.
"The Elder went out for nearly half a year, why haven't they filled up the Yellow Bag?"
"Yellow Bag? Humph!" The Old Toad raised his frog head high, took off the "Little Yellow Bag" from his waist, "Those are outdated old calendars, old bags! Nowadays, who outside still uses Yellow Bags?
