"Whimper——"
Master Fuli whimpered, then fell asleep, rolling over to expose his belly. Who knows what he was dreaming about, but a silly grin appeared on his little fox face.
"Hmm? It seems different from the last time. Could Master Fuli be dreaming about the memory of kneading milk?"
Lin Ying squatted at the door of the little house, holding her phone high to record Master Fuli after he fell into a state of evolution.
Compared to the last time where he just lay down and slept, this time, Master Fuli had many little movements in his dreams.
Two little plum blossom-like paws were kneading in the air, full of childish whimsy, making Lin Ying's heart almost melt.
However.
Lin Ying hadn't been watching for long before her expression suddenly changed, she burst through the wooden door, and her body rapidly retreated backward.
The entire wooden house, along with the soil, was visibly twisting and morphing into a vast milky white.
