บท 128: The Fatty’s Unique Skill

Ai Hui woke up with a splitting headache.

He had a dream. He dreamt that the recent event was a dream. And after he woke up from the dream within his dream, he was back in the Wilderness, where an elementalist had asked him why he had not finished his work.

“Are you awake?”

Fatty’s voice brought him back to reality. He turned around and saw Fatty squatting at the door, crunching on a piece of malt candy. If the malt candy were replaced with a bone, Fatty would look exactly like a plump guard dog.

Dog…he doesn’t look like a dog…pig suits him better...

He had persuaded Fatty to stop eating so many candies numerous times, but this fellow would always just turn a deaf ear.

He did not know where and how Fatty hid his malt candies. No matter the location or the time, he could always get out a piece of malt candy. It must be his unique skill.

Ai Hui’s body was drenched in sweat, and he felt terribly uncomfortable. “I need to find a place to bathe.”