It stood rooted to the spot for two breaths before suddenly darting ahead on its three short legs and scurrying to hide behind Ning Xiaoxian, trembling fearfully as it elongated its tone: "Mistress, save me! I'll be yours from now on!"
"Save you?" She lazily stretched out her delicate fingers, "I'm just a mortal, not qualified to save you."
"Qualified, definitely qualified!" the furnace insisted repeatedly, "Since Lord Changtian has bestowed me upon you, I will of course be at your disposal! Whatever elixir you want to refine, that's what we'll refine; whoever you want to smash into a pulp, I'll squeeze them into a pancake."
The tiger on top of the stove stared at her with eager eyes, at this life-or-death moment dignity was the last thing on its mind. Ning Xiaoxian nearly lost it and burst out laughing – I mean, come on, you're supposed to be a dignified feline, why are you acting like a little dog wagging its tail?
