Qiao Yu looked down upon hearing this, and even with his thick skin, he couldn't help but blush.

In a moment of desperation, he could only peel off a thick layer of fur from the hellhound.

Like Sun Wukong using a tiger skin as an apron, he wrapped it around himself.

"Brother, you have quite the unique taste, liking to wrestle naked with a three-headed dog?" Wang Dafu couldn't help but comment.