Zhu Nanzhi looked at Zhiyu’s expression; at this mont, Zhiyu no longer had that earlier air of calm leisure.
On the contrary, a kind of "want to refuse but actually welcoming" look appeared on her face.
This expression was very familiar to Zhu Nanzhi, because she’d seen it on other people’s faces before.
Both scared and pleased.
Hmph, so what if she’s tall?
Still can’t quite handle her husband, can she?
Just that...
Isn’t the voice a bit too loud?
Zhu Nanzhi couldn’t help looking toward the direction of Huangyu Palace; she knew Mu Qingyue’s birth mother was currently with Aunt Pei.
But Aunt Pei should put up a Barrier, right...
Inside Huangyu Palace.
Dong Han, Xia Ming and a few foxes were squatting on the ground involuntarily, their bodies trembling slightly, completely unable to lift their heads.
When a certain sound from Zhiyu drifted over, Pei Wanyu and Huang Ningshang couldn’t help but look that way.
"Her voice is pretty loud."
Arms crossed over her chest, Huang Ningshang chuckled lightly. "Looks like height isn’t a problem for Jin’an after all."
Pei Wanyu snorted lightly. "She can be as tall as she wants, but the distance in physiological structure isn’t going to change that much..."
"Unlike you—your height is decent, but you’re really Weak." Huang Ningshang lazily cut her off. "I’m not even from this sect, how co my little sister is so easy to read?"
"..."
Pei Wanyu glared angrily at this older sister she hadn’t seen in ages and demanded loudly, "You still haven’t answered my question just now. You and Jin’an, what exactly is going on? Why are you so good to him?"
Huang Ningshang didn’t reply, just put on a listening posture with pricked ears. "Listen, Zhiyu’s voice got softer."
Pei Wanyu subconsciously listened for a second, only to hear Huang Ningshang continue, "Now it’s mature again... that kid’s pretty good at teasing."
"..."
Pei Wanyu’s chest heaved violently a few tis; just as she was about to speak, Huang Ningshang said with a smiling voice, "Listen, Zhiyu is saying, ’Master, spare your disciple,’ it sounds quite nice."
!
Pei Wanyu instantly teleported to stand right in front of Huang Ningshang, grabbed her by the collar, and glared at her viciously. "Let’s put it all on the table. Mu Qingyue..."
"Shh!"
Huang Ningshang made a hush gesture, her index finger pressing directly against Pei Wanyu’s red lips. "Don’t talk nonsense, okay? Besides..."
She paused, then went on, her voice turning serious. "It’s not like I went looking for a human."
Seeing the look in her eyes and hearing the seriousness in her tone, Pei Wanyu’s heart slowly relaxed. She then pressed on, "Then what the hell did that kiss an earlier?"
"I wanted to find a stepdad for Qingyue, is that not allowed?" Huang Ningshang’s tone was still serious.
Pei Wanyu opened her red lips, and couldn’t help blurting out a curse, "You fucking..."
"Your mom is my mom too~"
Pei Wanyu imdiately shut her mouth; there was really no way to cuss out eighteen generations of ancestors at Huang Ningshang.
"Ha~"
Looking at her sister’s aggrieved face, Huang Ningshang couldn’t hold back a light laugh. "Listen so more, Zhiyu seems to be crying now, her voice’s a little soft—oh, it’s mature again, tsk..."
Huang Ningshang looked very interested. "Looks like Zhiyu wants to get bigger, but Jin’an isn’t having it, so she’s stuck switching between big and small. They’re really playing it up.
Hey, what if Zhiyu suddenly turns back into a Dragon?"
Pei Wanyu took a few deep breaths. "You said you couldn’t stay long, so why haven’t you left yet? Don’t tell you gave your post-ascension cultivation to Jin’an and dropped yourself back down to Demon Saint?"
"Of course not, it’s just that..." Huang Ningshang’s expression grew serious, and then—
"It really sounds so good~"
Pei Wanyu stared daggers at Huang Ningshang through gritted teeth. "Keep running your mouth and see if I don’t..."
"You don’t what... tss..."
Huang Ningshang lowered her head to look at the top of her foot, which Pei Wanyu was stomping down on rcilessly. The corner of her mouth twitched. "You’re actually serious?"
Pei Wanyu let out a cold snort. "Get out of here already!"
"Yes, yes, but at least let say a couple of words to Qingyue, okay?"
Pei Wanyu was about to call Mu Qingyue over, but Mu Qingyue had already stepped through the courtyard gate of Huangyu Palace.
Huang Ningshang looked at her with a smiling gaze. "What brings you here?"
"Zhiyu fainted."
"Oh~ no wonder. But isn’t this your golden opportunity?"
"Junior Brother is too tired."
Mu Qingyue said blandly; a Junior Brother who was too exhausted to use his strength was not the kind of enjoynt she liked.
"Then won’t that just benefit Qingmiao Palace..."
"Spit it out already!" Pei Wanyu cut off Huang Ningshang directly. "Quit dawdling."
Huang Ningshang rolled her eyes at her sister, then turned to Mu Qingyue, her expression serious.
"Qingyue, how about I find you a stepdad, want one?"
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