Capítulo 1536: Chapter 325: Yangsheng Palace
That night, Tan Yulin couldn’t quite understand how he left Gu Yelin’s office. He just felt like the world had gone fantasy; not only can the iceberg fall in love, but he even wants to get married. He looked at the pitch-black night outside the window and sighed in his heart, ah! These days, it’s tough being a single dog!
An Yiqing, who is in Jinyin City, of course didn’t know what had happened between Gu Yelin and Tan Yulin. Having solved the biggest problem of the Nan Family, she began her day with refreshed energy after a good night’s sleep.
In the morning, the energetic An Yiqing woke up early. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, and as soon as she walked out of the other courtyard, she stumbled, her vision went dark, and she almost fainted.
The garden had just been replaced with new flowers, trees, and plants. After one night, they had turned into a pile of pitch-black ashes!
An Yiqing took a deep breath to steady the all energies within her body. Breathe out, breathe in, repeat. She went through this more than ten tis, but when she realized her all energies couldn’t be suppressed, it erupted completely—
“Fatty Mao Er! What ss have you gotten into again!”
The Inner Breath-infused voice echoed to the skies, scaring the Thirteen Blood Generals on the second floor who were either sleeping or just waking up, nearly causing them to pull out their guns and rush downstairs.
An Yiqing’s voice echoed in the courtyard for a mont, and a little black fur ball rolled out awkwardly from a corner.
“Oh my god, I’m scared to death! Boss, you’re supposed to be a lady! A lady, get it? How can a lady have such a big voice? I’m scared to death!” Fatty Mao Er, now turned black furred, wobbly stood up, vigorously rubbed his dizzy head, “Damn it, the little fireball experint failed again! I’ve been blowing fire all night, got dizzy and blurry, yet couldn’t even let out a fart! Boss, my fragile little heart has been deeply hurt!” Fatty Mao Er, who had beco a coal ball, blinked his pitiful big blue eyes, looking at An Yiqing with grievance.
An Yiqing, who was in a rage, wasn’t swayed by Fatty Mao Er’s pitiful little eye expression. She pointed her finger at the garden burned to ashes with a dark face.
“Didn’t let out a fart? And what’s this about? I just had soone change the new trees yesterday! And you burned them down again! Fatty Mao Er, do you want to taste the flavor of cat soup?!” An Yiqing snapped, though she has money, she doesn’t play like this…
The aggrieved Fatty Mao Er reached out his little paw to scratch his dirty cat face, indignantly said: “Don’t even ntion those trees! They make mad just looking at them! I didn’t let out a little fireball but sprayed out a bunch of smoke, nearly choked myself to death! Look, those flowers and trees burned to ashes were ssed up by those black smoke. Imagine , the majestic super duper Fat Mao Cat of the universe, being tornted to this state by a little fireball, my face is lost all the way to grandma’s house! No way! I have to keep practicing! I must spit out a little fireball to show off in front of Old Jin!” With that, Fatty Mao Er turned its hips and intended to run.
An Yiqing swiftly grabbed its cat tail, lifted Fatty Mao Er like a chick.
“You still want to spit?! Fatty Mao Er, I officially notify you today, without my permission, you are not allowed to practice spitting little fireballs on your own anymore, got it?” An Yiqing gritted her teeth in anger, giving a straightforward order.
“Oh my god, Boss, you can’t be like this! It’s too inhumane! This life can’t go on, even practicing spitting a little fireball isn’t allowed! You make so much money every day, but you neither buy dried fish nor let spit little fireballs, Boss, do you have another cat outside? How can you betray like this? Oh my god, I can’t live anymore! I can’t live!” Fatty Mao Er cried and wailed. Upstairs, the Thirteen Blood Generals opened the windows and peeked out, amused at the dramatic antics of Fatty Mao Er in An Yiqing’s arms.
“Mao Mao, shout one more ti! Louder!” An Zhifeng whistled, not bothered by the ruckus at all.
“Yes, yes! Little Fat Cat, your crying is too weak, put more effort in!” The fun-loving An Zhiyun grinned, sticking his head out the window to cheer Fatty Mao Er on.
The other Thirteen Blood Generals all laughed, watching the commotion of Fatty Mao Er in An Yiqing’s embrace.
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