Translator: Aran

  “Big Head? Just where has that fellow ran off to again…”


  On the upper edges of the ice space, Ye Qingyu could not find Big Head anywhere. He had a faint feeling of unrest.

  Near this current period, this blockhead had always invited disaster. Could he have ran to a Snow Dragon’s den, and attempted to eat a Snow Dragon?

  This was far too crazy and ridiculous.

  And just when Ye Qingyu was thinking about this, accompanied by two barks, a white..