"Ascension, who is ascending?"
"You!"
"Me? How?"
"You're ascending!"
"Ascension, who is ascending?"
"You!"
"Me? How?"
"You... slap!"
Wu Cangshou smacked his forehead with one claw, swallowing his old phlegm.
This stingy, miserly old toad, silly and dumb, it was said that it wasn't smart.
The old toad lay motionless in the white sand like a piece of gravel, its whole body bleak, while Big Fatty and Second Fatty understood first, their frog eyes shining brightly, hugging their frog legs, rolling happily two and a half times, their bellies colliding mid-air, and landing with a bounce.
"Elder, your time isn't running out, you're about to ascend to a Great Demon! Duobao Demon!"
"Croak!"
"The Elder is going to ascend?"
"Not running out of time?"
The Frog Guerillas and other frogs retracted their steel forks and big anchors, their frog eyes wide open.
