Shen Qingye: "!!!"

...

"She's gone mad! She's determined to eat the cursed worm! My child, what are we going to do?"

Old Master Gu squatted on the ground.

Looking at Shen Jiao not far away, who was enthusiastically wielding a brush and rubbing it against the crayfish.

Beside Shen Jiao, there was a chaise lounge, where the tyrant was basking in the sun with great interest.

The tyrant was also carrying a dripping brush.

Yes, these two, one brushing and the other brushing, have already washed away eight pounds of cursed worms!

Master Gu sighed, his face filled with worry that seemed to solidify into a sea.

What a lovely young girl, why is she so obsessed with food?

How could the mighty Emperor Yan, who could command the wind and rain, be so lacking in common sense?

"Father, to be honest, she even wanted to eat cold-dressed corpse flowers back then. Luckily, I had the foresight to make her swear an oath."

Gu An also squatted down and sighed, his brows furrowed in the same way his father did.

Master Gu was shocked: "You can't eat those corpse flowers!"

Gu An handed a handful of melon seeds to his father, "Yeah, I bet he's probably furious."

"Are you furious? What do you mean? Tell me in detail," Master Gu asked.

"This story begins with a brother and sister surnamed Shen..."

Gu An rattled off a whole story, telling Master Gu everything that Shen Qingye and his sister had done at the martial arts tournament.

He assured that there was only a tiny bit of embellishment involved.

Master Gu was furious: "A grown man like you has the nerve to ask a gang leader to bully a young girl? You are utterly shameless and despicable!"