"Xiaolan... should we stop hitting it? It seems like it's really almost dead."
Ah Qing looked on in amazement as the cats banded together, shoulder to shoulder, forming a grand team, frantically kicking at the leech. The leech curled up and bounced, then hit the ground and curled up into a ball again, wailing uncontrollably.
The cries, landing in Ah Qing's ears, automatically translated into the standard dialect of Xia Country.
"Bro, I was wrong..."
"Although I don't know what I'm wrong about, I'm truly regretting from the bottom of my heart right now, please stop, ah—"
"You have to trust the vitality of the Spirit Beast." Ansheng strolled forward, glanced at the leech, and confidently said to Ah Qing:
"Later on, when its pupils dilate, just send it to the ophthalmologist for a shot, we're all professionals."
"Pupil dilation..."
Ah Qing nodded vaguely upon hearing this, but only realized what the little fox was talking about after barely nodding her head.
