Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 918 - 916: A Typical Case of Remembering Food, Not the Beating (Part 2)

Chapter 918: Chapter 916: A Typical Case of Remembering Food, Not the Beating (Part 2)

Knowing that the White Tiger is somewhat simple-minded, Cloud Dye feared saying things too complicated for him to understand.

Yun Ran didn’t mind the White Tiger asking such a silly question and said with a smile, "Ginsengfruit, make an extra display case and put this thing in Qingfeng Temple for an exhibition~"

As for the many soul spirits attached to the Yinchen Wood, they had long been discovered, but neither Yun Ran nor the Little Paperman ever intended to inquire about them.

The White Tiger finally realized that Yun Ran was basically calling him dumb!

The White Tiger felt a bit wronged, though he had a few small flaws, he really cared for Yun Ran in his heart.

Otherwise, why would he think of bringing back something good while taking a bath?

Uh, it seems like he didn’t particularly bring it for Yun Ran (feeling guilty~)

A "pop" sound came from the bonfire not far away.

Yun Jinyang quickly stepped in to mediate: "It’s already time for dinner, let’s eat first and talk about it later."

The White Tiger, not fond of bonfires, walked far away, his back appearing inexplicably a bit melancholic.

Yun Jinyang, having figured out a bit of the White Tiger’s personality, like that of an immature teenager, knew he needed to be gently coaxed.

As darkness descended, despite having sufficient gear, it was still unwise to travel in such a night with its chill.

Even if the White Tiger was present, those spirits dared not appear in front of them.

But the miasma and some swamps that naturally existed in Death Mountain would not disappear because of the Demon King’s presence.

"After dinner, everyone should rest early. Tomorrow, we’ll speed up and should reach the first location."

When the White Tiger returned, he did not mention anything about his earlier scouting, but Yun Ran and Yun Jinyang were perceptive.

How could they not figure it out?

Yun Ran ate a little, then went into his tent to rest, where there was an automatic heating device.

Upon entering the tent, he felt a warm atmosphere; it was the ideal sleeping temperature.

Yun Jinyang provided the White Tiger with plenty of food, knowing his large appetite, even giving him all the compressed biscuits they had specially brought.

"Out here, we only have basic food, but I’ll take you to eat lots of good stuff when we return."

Originally feeling a bit disgruntled, the White Tiger’s eyes lit up as he saw the pile of food in front of him.

He completely forgot why he was unhappy earlier.

Typical of someone who forgets the cause of their scolding once they see food.

"Brother Yun, you’re really nice!"

Yun Jinyang’s current position wasn’t a stroke of luck from heaven.

When he wants to be kind to someone, he does so with sincerity, not just casual deception or calculation.

Calculation is what the genuine fear the most.

With sincerity, even if straightforwardly telling you he had ulterior motives, it was almost an irresistible strike.

It’s like a pauper pretending to be rich and being exposed, no matter sincerity or hypocrisy, would definitely be scolded extensively.

But if a rich person pretends to be poor, and sincerely treats everyone around, when his wealth is revealed, he’ll receive widespread praise.

Some might even say that wealth is just his least noticeable trait.

In just two days, the White Tiger seemed vaguely swayed by Yun Jinyang.

Yun Ran slept soundly, without worrying about any ambushes.

The White Tiger, Ginsengfruit, and the Little Paperman didn’t need to sleep, naturally taking up the night watch.

The night’s chill didn’t affect them at all.

Ginsengfruit and the Little Paperman, being magic artifacts, could automatically adjust to adapt to the current environment.

And the White Tiger, with his fluffy fur and Pure Yang Qi, cold temperature or even icy snow was no challenge at all.

Indeed, while everyone slept, the White Tiger transformed into his true form, a giant resting on the flat ground, occasionally swishing his tail.

Beside him lay the huge piece of Yinchen Wood, where the once active soul spirits stayed quiet as chickens.

They dared not peek out to see what was happening.

After surveying around for dangers and finding none, the Little Paperman felt bored.

He flew directly to the White Tiger’s side, landing on him.

The Little Paperman, being weightless, landed gently, like a leaf falling upon the White Tiger.

The White Tiger, not bothering with the Little Paperman, continued his lazy routine.

But the Little Paperman didn’t feel bored, as the White Tiger’s fur was really dense; the Paperman lay on it, hopping around.

He truly treated White Tiger’s back like a playground.

White Tiger couldn’t help but notice in the end; he couldn’t resist, turned his head to look at the Little Paperman.

"Can’t you be quiet for a moment? Hopping around like a fly!"

The Little Paperman: ....

Once just a scribbled creation of its master, now content with its own form.

Where did it resemble a fly!

"You’re the fly; your whole family is! I’m just playing, so what?"

This left the White Tiger speechless, he hadn’t expected a magic item like the Little Paperman to have such a glib tongue.

"You..."

The White Tiger’s words were cut off by the Little Paperman: "Whatever you’re saying, keep it down, can’t you see my master is sleeping? If you wake him up, you’ll be in trouble!"

The White Tiger, who initially planned to roar and blow the Little Paperman away,

silently closed his mouth.

This threat genuinely intimidated the White Tiger.

But the White Tiger wasn’t just going to take it; instantly he gripped one corner of the Yinchen Wood.

With a "crack", the unbelievably hard Yinchen Wood had a protruding edge just broken off by White Tiger.

At this moment, the soul spirits inside the Yinchen Wood trembled in fear.

Not just because of the Pure Yang Qi emanating from the White Tiger that they feared, but also due to the White Tiger being the Demon King suppressing them.

Now, seeing such a terrifying existence, easily break their home, the soul spirits felt as though the sky was falling.

Their hard-to-find resting place was about to be destroyed.

What could they do? Without a dwelling like the Yinchen Wood, if they drifted out, they’d quickly dissipate into nothingness.

The soul spirits began to whimper weakly.

The sound was faint, almost like a whispering breeze.

And all of this was heard by the previously squabbling Little Paperman and White Tiger.