"What's wrong?" David Kevin noticed his movement, put the powder in his hand into the leather bag on his waist, patted the dust on his hands and walked over.
Samuel Osvid made a soft "hush" sound, frowned and put his ear closer to the phone, not knowing what he was listening to.
After a moment, he raised his huge head again, looking like he couldn't stand it anymore, shook his ears, and said in an irritable tone: "I can feel movement underground, but the sound is too small, I can't hear it clearly."
"What's that noise?" David Kevin asked in confusion, and simply knelt on one knee on the ground, as if he wanted to listen too.
"The ground is so clean, why do you want to get close to it? You don't mind getting dirty with dust on your face..." Samuel Osvid couldn't help but sneer at him when he saw his attitude, and then he slapped David Kevin with his furry paw, pushing the troublesome thing aside, "If you don't have dog ears, don't come and join in the fun, as if you can hear anything."
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