He casually threw away the canine tooth, and it disappeared instantly. His scapula started itching again.
"Can't it ever stop?"
Liu Zheng frowned.
From the looks of it, even if he got rid of this tooth, another one would just grow back.
But leaving it alone didn't seem like a good idea either. What if it chewed through the protective dart?
"Got it."
Liu Zheng tried twisting his head, and sure enough, he turned it 180°.
A front tooth gnawing at the dart lifted its head, looked him in the eye, and flashed a shy smile.
"What the hell are you laughing at?"
Liu Zheng pulled out the Dragon Fishing Pole and thrust it into its mouth.
The front tooth crunched, leaving a faint mark.
"Damn, impressive."
He was astonished.
This pole was a perfect tool made from the unbreakable material of beer bottles, designed for dragon fishing, yet it left a mark from a single bite.
The bite force of this tooth seemed to be something conceptual.
