Lin Lang traveled through the world of beast control, and others started contracting with the dragon and phoenix.
He looked down at the burrowing prairie dog in his palm: "... Can you also evolve into the Claw of Destruction?"
While others relied on their bloodline talents to push them all the way, he relied on groundhogs to dig holes and bury the top beast masters of various prodigies.
A rich second-generation contract glutton cub? Woodchucks dug into his vault overnight.
The son of luck picked up an ancient mythical beast egg? The groundhog buried the eggs in his backyard in advance.
Until the beast tide broke out, the mastermind behind the scenes surfaced.
Lin Lang gnawed on melon seeds: "Honey, can you lend me your bad luck aura?"
Su Wanqing kicked him away: "Get out! Whose ancestral grave are you trying to dig into again?"
The groundhog silently raised his paw: Master, where should you dig this time?
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Rare and eye-catching! There is no pretentiousness or mystery. It has been a long time since I received a good review! Come on and write well! It's just that 100,000 words is a bit short now. It's not enough to read. It's not enough to read. Hurry up and type! You can no longer see the shadow of the system later.