C78 Believing Buddha

The mad dog smashed at the Great Flood seventeen or eighteen times in a row. The only thing that hit the Great Flood was that it lay on the ground, spitting out blood from its mouth. It forced itself to stop.

"Little Master Liu, are you satisfied with this?" The mad dog threw away the stick in his hand, but he didn't even look at his own brother. He ran to Liu Jia and knelt down again