บท 577: The King's Fury

The night returned to calm.

Chu Xiaoye also stopped.

The two brothers looked at each other silently. Even the air seemed to have become quiet.

"Roar —"

Little Curly Tail suddenly wailed, jumped down the tree, and rushed over!

His strong body and lush mane did not have any dignity or ferocity at this moment. There was only his pitiful grievance and resentment.

Just like when he was young, Little Curly Tail pounced forward. As he wagged his tail excitedly, he let out cries, as if he was crying about something.

Then, he went behind his brother and stuck out his tongue excitedly and fawningly.

"Bang!"

Just like when he was young, Chu Xiaoye raised his hind legs and kicked him to the ground.

Little Curly Tail jumped up and could only lean to his neck again and rub and lick it with all his might, continuing to let out cries of grievance.