"No," blurted Qing Yi.
The drunkard looked at him strangely, not understanding why he reacted so strongly.
It wasn’t just the drunkard who was puzzled, Bai Yi was too.
Seeing both of them staring at him, Qing Yi’s face became somewhat unnatural.
After a moment of silence in the atmosphere, the drunkard asked uncertainly, "You... you’re not like Bai Yi, scared of ghosts and afraid to sleep alone, are you?"
"..." Qing Yi was at a loss for words.
Upon hearing this, Bai Yi immediately got up from the bed, grabbed his shoes with one hand, and dragging the drunkard out of the room, he said, "Let’s go, let’s go, sleep in my room, there’s plenty to eat in there."
"Wait a second," Qing Yi followed them, separated Bai Yi and the drunkard, then dragged Bai Yi out himself, leaving the drunkard in the room and said as they left.
"I’ll sleep with Bai Yi, you wash up and go to bed early, don’t drink too much."
As he spoke, he closed the drunkard’s room door.
The drunkard, looking at the closed door, shook his head with a smile and an expression of helplessness.
(Bai Yi, Qing Yi, and the drunkard are all men! MEN! I think I’ve made it very clear in my writing...)
These past few days, Wen Xiao’ai sensed the changes in the energy emanating from Jun Moyan.
It was so strong that she no longer dared to lie on his chest all night; with the state of her body now, she somewhat couldn’t accept the influx of that energy.
She could only nestle on his neck and embrace him as she slept.
The energy absorbed in just these three days was equivalent to half a month’s worth of normal absorption. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel✶fire.net
Her mana had recovered a bit, which excited her a great deal, and of course, she was also very curious about what was up with the energy in Jun Moyan’s body.
That night, Jun Moyan leaned against the headboard, with a laptop on his legs.
With nothing to do, Wen Xiao’ai agilely climbed onto his chest, hanging by one little paw clutching his clothes while prying open the lapel of his sleeping robe with the other.
She looked curiously at the "tattoo" that had appeared on his chest.
The sudden strengthening of his body’s energy must be related to this thing’s emergence.
But what exactly was it?
Why did it look so much like a ferocious beast from ancient times? And like the mount of a realm leader?
Who exactly was Jun Moyan?
"Xiaoguai?" Jun Moyan looked down to see Wen Xiao’ai dangling in front of his chest, staring at the "tattoo."
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai looked up, both front paws now clutching his clothes, swinging her small body.
Jun Moyan reached out to support her little butt, and Wen Xiao’ai promptly sat on his hand before stretching out a paw to point at the thing on his chest.
Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai, then back at the thing on his chest, thought of Wen Xiao’ai’s appearance and all the strange occurrences since then, and couldn’t help frowning deeply.
After a long while, he asked, "Do you recognize this thing?"
Wen Xiao’ai shook her head, "Meow meow."
She didn’t recognize it, wondering if Clan Leader Grandma or Brother Ye Qi would.
Seeing her shaking her head, Jun Moyan truly felt like he was going crazy—like Bai Yi, was his mind giving out?
He was actually asking a cat?
Although the thing emerged in a bizarre way, his body felt better than before apart from the strange energy boost, with no other discomforts.
Not only did his body feel lighter than before, but all his senses had also become much sharper.
So now he really didn’t know whether the emergence of this thing was a good thing or a bad thing.
Noises erupted from outside the balcony, and Jun Moyan looked out to find a silver mechanical bird flying past.
His expression hardened, and instantly, holding Wen Xiao’ai, he rolled out of bed and went to the balcony.
There, outside the balcony, dozens of mechanical birds were besieging a Blood Crow.