Misty fog billowed and water splashed as the black dog paddled, running on the waves like a black arrowhead as it quickly charged onto the shore.
"What's happening? How can they move?" It looked very disheveled, glancing back.
Damn it, this dead dog really deserves a beating, Ye Fan thought. He almost went over to push it back down again, looking at it sideways.
"Kid, you're really uncool! You just stood on the shore watching the fun without helping me," the black dog turned back, baring its teeth.
"I was thinking of stepping in, but it was to give you a good smack," Ye Fan said. He stood on the shore, looked at it a few times, then glanced at the blurred silhouettes in the water. "What did you actually see?"
The black dog knew it was at fault, so it didn't argue much, wandering around the lake and muttering something.
"What are you mumbling?"
