CHAPTER 1515: CHAPTER 320: THE UNHINGED RED DRAGON

Gu Yelin stepped forward and held An Yiqing tightly, his hands trembling slightly. He shouldn’t have agreed to let her take the risk alone. Although he had been able to save her just now, the thought of her being severely injured by Nan Yang made Gu Yelin’s heart tremble uncontrollably.

An Yiqing sensed the fear radiating from Gu Yelin and gently patted his back, soothing him softly.

"Ah Lin, I’m fine, I’m fine, aren’t I all okay?"

Gu Yelin gave An Yiqing a tight hug, then silently lifted his head to look at Nan Yang.

Nan Yang was struggling to put out the fire on his body. His pants had already been reduced to ashes, and a strong smell of roasted meat was spreading around. At the same time, the strange flames were spreading up to Nan Yang’s upper body.

Gu Yelin’s aura was cold and heavy, channeling his Inner Breath, preparing to strike Nan Yang down with one blow.

"Ah Lin, don’t!"

An Yiqing stopped Gu Yelin’s action just in time. She held Gu Yelin’s large hand and said, "I promised Nan Tian to leave Nan Yang for her to deal with personally. Today’s lesson is enough for him."

Gu Yelin remained silent, slowly withdrawing his hand.

"Mao Mao, it’s your turn." An Yiqing patted Fatty Mao Er’s little head and said softly.

"Hmm? What? What’s my turn? What did I do?" Fatty Mao Er shook his head, his eyes darting around.

An Yiqing raised her eyebrows, "Don’t think I didn’t see it just now. That fireball came out of your mouth. Quickly extinguish it, Nan Yang can’t die right now."

The exposed Fatty Mao Er unhappily stretched out his little paw, scratching his cat face, opened his mouth, and stuck out his pink little tongue, causing the flames on Nan Yang’s body to extinguish instantly.

Witnessing this astonishing scene, An Yiqing and Gu Yelin exchanged glances, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.

Who would have thought that this little guy Fatty Mao Er would have such a strange ability? What kind of creature is it? How did it do it?

With these strange questions in mind, An Yiqing, filled with question marks, and Gu Yelin held Fatty Mao Er and left the forest behind. As for Nan Yang, they didn’t care, nor did they want to.

"Hehehe, Boss, what do you think Nan Yang will do now that his pants are burnt off, and his phone is broken? How will he get back?" Inside the car, Fatty Mao Er lay lazily in An Yiqing’s arms, fiddling with its fluffy cat tail while gloating.

"Who cares? At worst, he can pluck some leaves and weave them into a skirt to cover himself as he goes back!" An Yiqing swallowed a Healing Medicine, showing no mercy with her words.

Driving, Gu Yelin glanced at An Yiqing, a smile in his eyes. Fatty Mao Er was momentarily stunned by An Yiqing’s words, then burst into laughter.

"Boss, how can you have such a big imagination? Hehe, weaving leaves into a skirt, haha! I should have burned Nan Yang’s upper clothes too, that would have been more fun! Hahaha!" Fatty Mao Er laughed until its belly ached, tears of laughter welling up in its blue cat eyes.

An Yiqing lightly smiled at Fatty Mao Er, saying nothing, and just quietly watched it.

"Haha—uh! Boss, why are you looking at me like that? Lun Family is scared!" Fatty Mao Er felt a chill down its spine from An Yiqing’s gaze, only feeling a cold wind blowing at the back of its head.

An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, her clear eyes watching the fluffily poofed-out cat, filled with strong interest and scrutiny.

"Mao Mao, shouldn’t you tell me what’s up with that fire?" An Yiqing saw it clearly at the time; the small fireball wasn’t big, roughly the size of an adult woman’s fist, and it spurted from Fatty Mao Er’s mouth. If An Yiqing wasn’t mistaken, when Fatty Mao Er let out the little fireball, the red hair on its forehead seemed to flash.

Feeling the increasingly red, striking red fur on Fatty Mao Er’s forehead, An Yiqing wondered silently, could there be some secret behind this red fur?

"How would I know what’s going on? This cat didn’t even know it had such an awesome sparkle-to-blind cat eyes’ skill. At the time, I felt particularly angry, that Nan Yang dared to bully you, Boss! So I got mad, felt a burst of energy inside, and then my forehead got hot, and that little fireball came out. Boss, is my forehead still okay? Is it burnt by the little fireball?" Particularly concerned about its image, Fatty Mao Er anxiously touched the fluffy fur on its little head, worried that its white, soft fur had been burned to black charcoal by the fireball.

"It’s all good, all good, still as pretty as before. Mao Mao, that fire doesn’t seem to affect you, your white, soft fur isn’t afraid of it."