"Hehehe!
The treacherous ministers have revealed themselves! The Third Prince is one! And there's Might! The inner treasury has deficits, all caused by them! Only I, Fierce Tooth General, have the will and the ability to fill up the Heavenly God's treasury!
Absolutely loyal!"
Fat Catfish gurgled and blew bubbles, circling the pond, its two fins swirling into tiny whirlwinds, splashing water everywhere.
It swaggered and nudged aside Round Head, Unable to Move, and Fist, then spat a water arrow at Might in the air, crouching majestically on the central round stone, its long whiskers folded at ninety degrees.
Great political news!
"Doomed!"
Little Shen Dragon held its head, twisting and screaming.
Throughout history, serving the king is like serving a tiger; countless bones are buried for one general's success. One misstep, and the chubby one slapped on a big hat, losing a great deal of reputation. How could there be a day for the dragon to rise?
