It's quite apparent that the progeny of the Last Dragon King had no idea what it looked like before hatching, and had wildly imagined itself based on the memories it inherited. In its imagination, it possessed stylish dragon wings, gorgeous scales, sharp fangs, and claws. It was handsome, charming, loved by everyone, and could make flowers bloom when seen.
Despite not fully understanding what the other party had previously thought, based on the wailing and ensuing swearing from the turtle, Mo Tan could guess how huge the psychological gap was for the latter. Whatever it had imagined, its expectations were drastically and completely different from its current appearance, worlds apart, like comparing oxen to horses, completely contradictory, ha ha ha ha...
[Ha ha ha ha?]
Mo Tan first paused, then saw the winged beauty next to him clutching her stomach and falling to the ground, completely overcome with laughter.
