Gao Peng had long known that when camels got angry, they would spit on others. This was the way they expressed their anger. However, Gao Peng had still not expected that this golden camel would be so stubborn.
Perhaps one would consider giving it a nickname—Little Iron Head Vajra.
Upon noticing it spitting, Goldie stared at the little camel angrily. It roared to the sky with its powerful pecs pumping in madness.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The strong wind that came from Goldie's mouth had turned into a hurricane, reversing all the saliva in the air, which eventually smashed back towards Chen Kailun and the camel...
Chen Kailun was a little disorientated. She looked in front of her while wiping the saliva off of her face. Her eyes were resentful. "Cousin..."
Gao Peng laughed and patted Goldie's buttocks. "Little brother, can't you just be kind to others?"