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After hearing this, Zheng Wei Qiao paced. "You. . . Did you eat something weird lately?
Qi Mu ate another piece of toast, thought a bit then said rhetorically: "Marijuana?"
". . ."
Well, he really did eat something weird.
But this thing. . .
It was an excellent bad thing to eat!
Pa! The judge slammed his hand onto the table angrily. Bitter and hateful, he said: “Lord An Yuan was walking on the right path. He did not provoke or anger you. Why did you kick him down the cliff and obstruct his fate?! A month after he would have gone to find the mysterious old man who would be able to pass on internal power to him. The turning point of his fate was soon to arrive–” The more he spoke, the more ardent he felt. Suddenly he took a deep breath and pointed at Han Changsheng's nose, spitting. “You! Speak, why did you kick Lord An Yuan off a cliff to his death!”
Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu touched his ears and paws, and they were both very warm. He was already seriously injured yesterday and had spent the entire night in the wild. It was only to be expected that he was feverish.
Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu rummaged through the medicine kit to find a thermometer.
A cat’s mouth could not hold the thermometer. Previously, Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu had gauged their temperature by pushing it into the anus.
She took the thermometer and laid the leopard flat on her legs, preparing to follow through.
The thermometer only just touched its sphincter when the leopard cub probably guessed what she was going to do. She did not know where he found the strength to violently struggle in her arms. His fore paw suddenly swung down, and his blue eyes glared ferociously at her, glimmering with anger.