"I'm not jinxed!"
Cordova roared to the sky.
"You... got issues?"
Transformed into a dragon shape and lying in the center of the workshop, Femigel lifted his eyelids slightly, those vertical pupils almost as tall as Cordova blinked uncertainly twice: "If you're sick, get treatment."
After helping Motan cheat, Cordova, who immediately returned to his rampaging mode, bit his teeth fiercely: "You're the one who's sick!"
"Yes, I have shoulder periarthritis."
Femigel hummed lazily, gently lifted his wings: "Didn't you see that big plaster?"
"You call that thing a plaster? I damn thought you installed shoulder guards!"
"Put on too much..."
"Put on too much how much?"
"Two and a half boxes."
"You win."
...
At the same time
Inside the Dragon King's Tomb
"Everything else is... super weak?"
Motan stared at Ji Xiaoge, looking very surprised: "Isn't Cordova's current body the latest from Master Lu..."
