Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 816: The Crooked Clay Man, Ancestor’s Melancholy
What? The instructor is so fierce! Wants to make the short legs limp?
Xi Rubao nervously shook Zuzi’s arm: "Sis, besides the sunblock Divine Artifact, do you have any Power Pills, Jinggu Pills, Anti-beating Divine Artifact or something like that...?"
Zuzi smiled thinly: "When you need them, we’ll talk."
Xi Rubao coquettishly rubbed her arm: "Ah, having an immortal sister is so blissful, the cheating artifact is practically at your fingertips!"
Zuzi laughed and gently snapped her fingers: "But using the Divine Artifact consumes the virtue of doing 100 good deeds."
Xi Rubao suddenly stood up, her back straight: "What? That’s not good, it’s hard for me to persist in my daily three good deeds; I don’t want the cheating artifact anymore, I’ll do it myself, I can take the beating, I can run and jump, I’m not afraid of any fierce instructors... Bring it on!"
Zuzi couldn’t help but chuckle: "..."
The little grass fish still cherishes the fruits of doing good deeds.
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Deep at night.
Zuzi, without a peach branch to rest on, spread a layer of gauze on the clothesline by the window, and lightly leaped up, lying sideways with her chin in hand.
Earlier at dinner, she probed the sea of consciousness of the one who arranged the formation; that person’s face lingered in her mind.
Deep brows and bright eyes exuded rebellion, contours daring yet defined.
Not the face she remembered, but an inexplicable familiarity made her instinctively want to shy away.
In any case, she didn’t want to see him!
But somehow, perhaps the Divine Sense probe was too deep, that face wouldn’t leave her mind.
Causing her to neither sit nor lie comfortably.
She might as well go to sleep, though if that face appeared in her dreams, it would make the Ancestor more melancholy. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Ah, why did that human without Spiritual Energy grow a face so similar to her brother’s; when she molded clay figurines back then, she certainly didn’t mold that face type to pass down!
It grew crooked.
Definitely grew crooked.
Tossing and turning on the gauze-covered clothesline, stirring a shadow of moonlight shimmer.
Suddenly.
The curtain moved slightly, the tightly locked glass window pushed open from outside.
A man’s sturdy silhouette leaped down.
He seemed surprised to find her "sleeping" on a clothesline, slightly taken aback.
In the next second, he regained his calm and stepped forward.
"Xiao Chenger?"
"Hmm."
"Weren’t you supposed to return tomorrow?"
"Saw your message, so I came back."
In the dim moonlight, their voices whispered and resonated.
"Miss Zuzi, why aren’t you asleep so late?"
"Some people I’m unhappy to see, trying hard to drive them away."
"Let me try helping to drive them away?"
Bao Gucheng, over six feet tall, stood well above the height of the clothesline, facing her little face at the moment.
Before she could answer, he took action.
His cool lips touched her slender lips, gently at first, then deeply.
The shadow of the moonlight swayed with the man’s movement, casting a graceful dance; in an instant, Zuzi felt a burst of brilliant fireworks in her mind.
Just then, the person who arranged the formation, the annoying brother, all disappeared.
The man’s kiss was indeed quite magical.
Zuzi couldn’t help but lick her lips.
Forgetting entirely, his lips were still on hers!
Such a simple unconscious move, suddenly ignited an indescribable sensation in the man.
The sparks in his mind instantly spread into a wildfire...
