Are Cult Members All So Rich Nowadays?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The tiger was considered the smartest of the feline family, so after Jiang Beiran had a friendly chat with it for roughly ten minutes, the tiger, with its head full of bruises, led Jiang Beiran to a tallow tree.
"Ow." The tiger with a white forehead and eyes slanting upwards stretched out its paw and pointed to a location that had obviously been dug up and refilled.
"Mhmm. Good performance." Jiang Beiran stretched out his hand and patted the tiger's big head.
"Woo..." the tiger with a white forehead and eyes slanting upwards let out a rumble of enjoyment and rubbed its big head hard against Jiang Beiran's arm.
"Good boy, good boy. Now go to the side," Jiang Beiran said.
Pushing the tiger with a white forehead and eyes slanting upwards away, Jiang Beiran walked to the location that had been refilled and squatted down, while two options popped up in front of him.