Why on earth would the old man join in the excitement?
He might as well be killed by a steamed bun in the middle of the night.
In his coffin, there would only be steamed buns, and every anniversary would be marked with steamed buns.
The old man shook his head.
Murong Longtu's voice was calm as he interjected, "Guan Yi, do you know where the deficiencies in your martial arts lie right now?" Li Guanyi honestly replied, "I'm not sure, Grandpa, please enlighten me." The youth casually sat next to Sword Madman.
The boat moved forward, and Li Guanyi casually picked a lotus pod, plucking its seeds.
He passed the seeds to Shaking Light.
He stuffed the extremely bitter core of the seed into Qilin's mouth.
Qilin spit it out repeatedly for a while, reaching out its paw to scratch its mouth.
Shaking Light let out a soft laugh.
Qilin glared with anger, while the young girl remained expressionless.
Therefore, Qilin awkwardly turned its head away.
