我缩在茅草屋角落，看着小龙王Advertisements streaming outside the door like a flood, my brain was buzzing like a swarm of bees. He had been shouting and cursing for half an hour, and I finally got bored. Seriously, how many times could he yell "scum" and "idiot"?

"Bro, you're exhausting," I muttered to myself, ignoring the fact that the little guy could hear me.

Outside the door, the dragon king's roars gradually subsided. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for another round of verbal abuse. However, to my surprise, there was a knock on the door.

I blinked in confusion. Knocking? What? I thought this guy would never be polite enough to knock.

With curiosity piqued, I calmed my heart and opened the door. To my astonishment, the dragon king was standing outside, his face calm, as if nothing had happened earlier.

"What's the matter?" I asked, suspiciously eyeing him.

"Can you take me home?" he asked, his voice meek.

I stared at him, speechless. Did he lose his memory? The little guy who was just shouting at the top of his lungs just now?