"Shut your mouth."
Helplessly, he could only turn his head to glare at him, signaling him to be quiet.
These words could be spoken by Qian Jiyun and his people, but how could they say it like that? Truly, they had a mouth.
Receiving a cold glance from his cousin, Hong Tianxu also realized he had said sothing stupid, raising his hand to cover half of his face, leaving only a pair of round, glaring eyes.
An Jiuyue looked over at him and suddenly laughed.
She actually saw the shadow of her own little baby in Hong Tianxu, in so aspects, they were quite alike.
"Hong Tianxu is right. We truly don’t lack this stuff, there will be plenty of evil dragons later," she said.
Upon hearing her words, the faces of Lord of Fan City and his people beca strange.
Having plenty of evil dragons is not sothing they should be proud of. The nurous evil dragons in the Beast Domain signified impending chaos. Just one evil dragon nearly overturned Fan City.
If it weren’t for Qian Jiyun and the others arriving, perhaps not only Fan City but other cities might have fallen too.
It’s ridiculous that when he sent people to seek help from other cities, those people claid he offended those he shouldn’t have, which led to such a plight, making him furious!
Now, he planned to take this evil dragon back, wanting to see what those city lords would have to say!
Allowing evil dragons to wreak havoc, all city lords are sinners!
"Then shall I have soone take this evil dragon back?" Lord of Fan City said as he looked at the evil dragon.
Suddenly, he felt uncertain about how to transport the evil dragon back. This huge evil dragon, with just his Personal Guard Squad of beastn, how could he possibly take it back?
...
At night, the fire flickered, and a pot above made crackling sounds.
"Ah!"
The Little Junior Sister, awoken from deep sleep by the noise, saw the dicinal liquid bubbling out of the dicine pot and quickly reached to lift the lid, only to let out a scream after being burned.
The lid of the dicine pot fell back and was pushed up again by the dicinal liquid.
She couldn’t care about the pain in her hand, picked up a cloth nearby, and lifted the lid with it, putting it aside, allowing her hands to be free to pull out two pieces of wood from underneath.
Senior Sister Jun, who was closer to her, woke up from the sound, raised her head to glance at her, and seeing she was fine, continued to sleep.
There’s much to do tomorrow; they’re about to arrive at the Main City of Saintess Sect. There, actions need to be more cautious, or they could be branded by the Saintess Sect.
She had to rest well tonight to be in full spirits tomorrow.
After Little Junior Sister finally placed the lid back on the dicine pot, she turned to look at the others, seeing them asleep comfortably, none taking notice of her.
She suddenly felt deeply aggrieved; when did she fall to such a state? Before, whenever she was in trouble, many senior brothers would eagerly help her, there’s no need for her to brew dicine herself.
Not only were others treating her this way, even her admired Second Senior Brother ignored her.
Evidently, Second Senior Brother was so kind to her before. She truly didn’t understand; they’re just so lousy kids, how could they srize Second Senior Brother like this?
Neither were they those prettier, kinder, or more understanding girls, yet why does Second Senior Brother only speak to them now, without even a word of concern to her?
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