The early morning in the deep mountains.
Xu Yang got up and, after a simple meal, sat outside the tent to catch the breeze and wake up.
Little Wolf lay beside him.
Thinking of the skill he had acquired yesterday, Xu Yang thought about giving it a try.
So, he cupped his hands together, held them in front of his mouth, and immediately began a B-box performance.
"Bodhi, Puduke, Bodhi, Puduke~~"
It must be said, his B-boxing had a strong sense of rhythm and sounded very professional.
However, such a technique was only useful in specific settings; on any other day, someone doing it might be thought to have a screw loose.
Startled by Xu Yang's B-boxing, Little Wolf jumped up and sprang away, covering some distance.
It then turned around and watched Xu Yang, wary.
Its expression seemed to say,
"Whoever you are, get off my master."
It thought Xu Yang was possessed.
Seeing Little Wolf's reaction, Xu Yang released his hands and couldn't help but laugh.
What an absurd skill.
