"One must know their own limits. Can you really outdo others?" Bai Tang gave Bai Lao a somewhat disdainful look, pushed the water cup aside, and lay down himself, not wanting to bother with him anymore.
"Hey, old man, are you looking down on me?"
After seeing off Uncle Ming, Jun Moyan took Wen Xiao’ai out for breakfast.
The drunkard followed to mooch a meal.
"Morning." Wen Xiao’ai, who was drinking milk, smiled and waved her little hand to the drunkard.
"Still not weaned?" The drunkard laughed as he teased Wen Xiao’ai who was drinking milk.
"Hmm~ What’s so funny? It’s not like I’m drinking yours."
"Even if you wanted some, I don’t have any," laughed the drunkard, unable to stop. Fınd the newest release on N()velFire.net
"Annoying, I wouldn’t want it even if you did." Wen Xiao’ai huffed and glared at him.
Really, what’s so funny about drinking milk?
You’re no different, drinking alcohol every day.
This princess hasn’t even laughed at you.
"By the way, that Uncle Ming came over just now." Wen Xiao’ai spoke while sipping sweet porridge.
"What, does he want to try killing me again?" The drunkard replied without even lifting his head.
"No, that Grandpa Bai is better now. Uncle Ming came to say goodbye to Jun Moyan; they will be heading back to Holy City soon."
"Better?" The drunkard looked up, surprised.
"How is that possible? His meridians were all severed, how could he possibly be better?"
"Severed meridians?" Wen Xiao’ai looked astonished and then questioned with confusion, "I thought they said he was poisoned and shot?"
"It was Meridian Breaking Powder, not much different from severed meridians."
"There’s such a poison?"
"There’s a lot you don’t know."
"Then why did Grandpa Bai look so good after you first treated him, only to get worse shortly after?"
"I thought getting rid of the poison would fix everything..." The drunkard shrugged.
"So that’s how it is," Wen Xiao’ai muttered to herself.
It seems she was overthinking things~
The drunkard looked up, his eyes undetectable, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
It looked like she was indeed here to test him~
Though the Cat Demon was kind-hearted, she was no fool.
"Jun Moyan, are you done with your phone call? Come have breakfast." Wen Xiao’ai called out to the hall.
In a moment, Jun Moyan entered.
"Hurry up, Qing Yi is still waiting for us outside. We’ll be late for work."
"Looks like you’re even more eager than I am." Seeing Wen Xiao’ai getting more accustomed to life here and learning many new things, Jun Moyan felt an indescribable joy in his heart.
The drunkard put his bowl down and got up.
After telling the two, he left, and once he stepped out of the hall, he indeed saw a car waiting at the door.
The drunkard approached and leaned on the car door, raising a hand to knock on the window.
The window slid down, and Qing Yi looked at the drunkard outside, somewhat surprised.
"What are you doing here? Didn’t you say you were going out?"
"Came to mooch a breakfast."
"The breakfast I made wasn’t tasty? You finished it all though."
"Tasty, but I wasn’t full, so I came here to scrounge a bit more," the drunkard said with a laugh.
Qing Yi smiled, in a very good mood, because the drunkard had been particularly happy these past two days, drinking less as well.
She had thought he might be affected by Grandpa Bai’s condition, but he wasn’t.
"By the way, do you know about Grandpa Bai getting better?"
"Yes, that little girl just told me. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, my mind isn’t that fragile."
"That’s good to hear."
In a dimly lit narrow alley,
"What do you want with me?" The drunkard looked at the man not far from him, a silhouette enshrouded in black mist, unclear.
The man stood with his back to him, holding a small porcelain bottle, fingers continually rubbing the body of the bottle, seemingly hesitating about something...