The Little Paperman couldn’t go out openly, but stealthily, they were quite adept.
Based on the previous aura, the Little Paperman quickly located the owner of that aura.
However, what surprised them was, why was there also a Dragon Spirit aura in this place?
The two Little Papern exchanged glances and decided to wait and see!
Then, the Little Papern glued themselves to the corners of the eaves, one in front of the other, and began to eavesdrop on the identities of the people inside.
Inside, there were over a dozen people having a al. On the table, they displayed many exotic delicacies, so of which the Little Paperman had never even heard of.
"Mr. Long, it’s our great fortune to et you. All of this is our tribute to you. Please, make yourself at ho!"
The Little Paperman followed the direction of the person who was toasting and looked over.
Soon, they spotted a man whose height was exactly the sa as the Dragon Spirit’s, but his face had sowhat changed.
Nonetheless, the Little Paperman still recognized him as the Dragon Spirit.
The Little Paperman recognized people not by their faces, but by their aura.
With the Dragon Spirit showing up here in a different guise, the Little Paperman imdiately sensed a juicy gossip developing and weren’t in a hurry to catch the intruder in the host’s ho.
The Little Papern relayed the information back while sneakily mocking the person who broke into the host’s house, not even having the privilege to sit down.
Standing at the door, bowing and smiling obsequiously, he looked like a fool.
The Dragon Spirit was sitting there; after he staged a self-directed rescue scene, he was invited to this place by these people.
Looking at the leader of the group with a fawning attitude, the Dragon Spirit felt nothing inside.
If he wanted wealth and power, why would he follow Yun Ran to this poor and isolated place!
In the Dragon Spirit’s view, there was nothing appealing about this place—not that he’s snobbish, but he simply found it unpleasing to the eye.
His interactions with these people were rely to follow Yun Ran’s strategy of working on multiple fronts to quickly uncover the secret of the Heavenly Book, so they could return sooner.
In front of Yun Ran, the Dragon Spirit couldn’t express his true feelings.
But in front of outsiders, sorry, the Dragon King never liked to smile!
The person toasting looked at the Dragon Spirit, who didn’t even spare a glance his way. Although he felt a bit embarrassed, especially in front of so many supporters,
He dared not show any dissatisfaction, fearing to offend this big shot.
The middle-aged man hurriedly put down his wine glass, giving himself a way out.
"It’s all my fault. How could I toast you right away? I’ll punish myself with three cups!"
With that said, the middle-aged man took another glass, filled it with a full cup of white liquor, and downed it in one go.
The fiery sensation went down his throat.
The wine he usually loved the most beca unpleasant after becoming punishnt wine, even hard to swallow.
This taste made the middle-aged man decide that in the future, wherever he is, this brand of white liquor will no longer be allowed on the table!
After gulping down a cup, the middle-aged man quickly poured a second glass, smiling broadly as he downed it again.
After drinking three consecutive cups, the Dragon Spirit’s expression finally softened a bit.
This wasn’t because the Dragon Spirit changed his attitude after the man’s self-imposed punishnt, but because it was prudent to be asured.
He wanted these people to know his extraordinary origins, so he wouldn’t easily give face to anyone.
However, he wouldn’t let others think he was insurmountable and unapproachable either.
The dynamics of table culture and the tactics of higher-ups habitually suppressing subordinates,
The Dragon Spirit, a being who has lived for thousands of years, was all too familiar with it.
When the middle-aged man saw the Dragon Spirit’s expression soften, the humiliation he felt after self-punishing with three cups dissipated quite a bit.
He only thought that he was out of line earlier, which upset Mr. Long.
If it were soone else, putting him in such embarrassnt,
On the table, everyone would laugh it off, but once off the table, it would have to be washed away with blood to cleanse his sha.
One can only say that the Dragon Spirit truly understood human nature and was adept at manipulating it; he was indeed remarkable.
The Little Paperman on the eaves watched, savoring the scene.
The two little ones began to converse in their own language.
[Who would have thought, the Dragon King is quite reliable when he’s alone, keeping these people in perfect order.]
[Isn’t that supposed to be the case? If the Dragon King were truly useless, the master wouldn’t associate with him!]
...
While the two Little Papern were chirping, the Dragon Spirit finally picked up his wine glass and threw his head back, drinking the white liquor.
Taking advantage of the upward tilt of his head, he made direct eye contact with the Little Paperman on the eaves.
Little Paperman: ...
Uh, chirping about the main character and being caught by the main character, it was a bit awkward.
The Little Paperman imdiately showed a silent, embarrassed smile; they really didn’t an it, just having a mont of reflection.
When the Dragon Spirit put down the wine glass, he withdrew his gaze.
He didn’t care why the Little Paperman ca here, anyway, it wasn’t to specifically look for him without sothing to do.
Seeing the Dragon Spirit drink, the middle-aged man imdiately felt they could continue their conversation.
"You invited to wine and dine, I’m afraid it’s not just to get to know . Speak, what’s your purpose?"
The Dragon Spirit’s deanor at this mont was like that of a high figure reluctantly entangled by so people, wanting to swiftly brush them off.
It was as if he didn’t hold anyone here in high regard at all.
The middle-aged man did not show any dissatisfaction, instead adopting an increasingly respectful attitude.
The Little Paperman looked on, tutting with amazent, and had to admit that sothing the master said before was quite true.
That is, so people really have it coming.
The more they are ignored, and those who don’t regard them highly, the more they clamor towards them.
Also unclear on what they’re after.
The middle-aged man carefully considered his words in a small voice, then said, "Today’s al is mainly to thank you for your intervention; otherwise, my brothers and I might have been hard by that Evil..."
Saying this, the middle-aged man still felt a sense of lingering fear.
They had never imagined that such a powerful Evil Ghost would appear in such a small place.
They were almost wiped out, and without Mr. Long, they might not have even preserved their remains.
A piece of Jade at the Dragon Spirit’s waist, Mo Zhi lay inside, listening to people outside singing endless praises about the Dragon Spirit.
Eyes rolling back to the point of disappearing~
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