"Why are you dragging a bear over here?" The turtle spirit jumped up in fright and quickly stepped aside to make way.
"Isn't a bear a perfect pet for your little rabbit? Big and hefty, it can serve as a shield when alive and as steak when dead." Durin said as he dragged the defiant bear out of the shop. "Honey, toss me your rubber baton."
Melinda threw the requested rubber baton to Durin.
Durin caught the baton and smacked it directly on the bear's head—"You dare to bite me? You couldn't even scratch my Dragon Scale armor, yet you want a second round? Bold of you!"
Daring indeed!
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"What's this about the folks in Liu Alley seeing a Little Candle Dragon spin a two-ton Extreme North Brown Bear like a top?"
Early in the morning, the Old Emperor sat with the second page of the *Shangjing Times* in hand, unable to make sense of what the younger generation was thinking these days. He looked toward his Inner Guard Captain, Chen Xiaohu.
