Shen Jiao: "..." What a coincidence, I also drank a lot of fruit juice yesterday, and it was peach flavored too.

For some reason, she suddenly understood the tyrant's thought process: drinking too much water makes it hard to dry out, but what does the stuff in your stomach have to do with ink?

Is the frizzy-haired hamster leaking water from its belly? Or is it having water in its brain?

She didn't understand again.

However, to be fair, the tyrant is quite serious about raising hamsters in the palm of her hand. She imagines them eating fruit and drinking juice. It's quite similar to her usual eating and drinking habits. She's quite sophisticated.

Shen Jiao had no choice but to obediently blow air into the air.

She minded that she hadn't brushed her teeth, and blew quite lightly.

The tyrant looked down on everything, and at this moment, he seemed unusually tolerant, leaving her speechless.

Ji Yan extended her slender index finger and pointed it into the air at the tail of the hamster with its fur standing on end in her palm. "Focus on blowing on this part."

Shen Jiao's lips twitched: "...Okay, okay."

Go ahead and brag, who told him to be the emperor, the leader of the Great Yan Kingdom.

From today onwards, she is no longer a beauty in the ordinary sense.

From now on, please call her Peppa Pig Hair Dryer Beauty.

Thank you for your cooperation.

...

Today is another sunny day, and the martial arts tournament continues in full swing.

After the one-on-one matches, the second round will be a random team competition.

Liang Heng was dividing up the secret stash of money he had swindled from Mu Yang with Shen Jiao, and explained, "The special feature of the random team competition is not the team formation, but the randomness. To put it nicely, it's a test of mental strength; to put it bluntly, it's a test of luck."

Shen Jiao found it hard not to agree with this.