The young man coldly curled his thin lips, let out a cold "heh," and said in a low, indifferent voice, "If he dares to shirk his responsibility, I'll let him stay frozen in that dilapidated Taoist temple forever."
Listening to the boy's words, Tong Youlin suddenly remembered, "That's right! How did the Prefect of Jingzhao end up in this dilapidated Taoist temple in the remote mountains outside the capital? Could it be that a deity used magic to transform him from his residence?"
Huo Chengche: ...
He did indeed drag this person, who should have been soundly asleep in his warm bed at home, here until he was dozing off, but it wasn't through magic; it was merely through pressure.
However, it's about the same.
Huo Chengche gave a casual "hmm" and didn't continue the topic. He then comforted Tong, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Tong. With my trust in you, he wouldn't dare not help you."
Upon hearing the boy's words and looking at the letter in his hand, Tong Youlin felt an even greater weight on his heart. He gratefully clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, immortal! Thank you, immortal!"
Huo Chengche pursed his lips, pinched the bridge of his nose, and helped Tong Youlin up, saying calmly, "Mr. Tong, there's no need for this. This is what I should do. Besides, Mr. Tong, why don't you just call me 'Crown Prince'?"
Even with his thick skin, he found it really awkward to hear people calling him "gods and immortals."
Tongyou Lin immediately waved his hand and sternly refused, "How can that be?! Calling a deity by his name is extremely disrespectful! How dare a lowly person blaspheme the gods?"
Huo Chengche: ...
Which silly girl told you that his surname is "Tai" and his given name is "Zi"?!
Huo Chengche's expression shifted and became increasingly complex, making it difficult to describe.
Tong Youlin himself was unaware that a casual address he made could cause someone who was usually unflappable to lose his composure.
However, Tong Youlin wasn't stupid. He could tell that the immortal didn't look too good, so he quickly grabbed the precious envelope and ran out in a flash.
Huo Chengche looked at Tong Youlin's burly yet timid back, his brows furrowed, and he pressed his throbbing temples in exasperation.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but looking at the back of his friend Lin as he slipped away, the scene seemed strangely familiar.
He looks tall and strong, so why is he such a coward!
Where exactly did I see a dog with the same temperament before?
Huo Chengche couldn't recall it for a moment, but felt that this ugly and cowardly aura that he found utterly repulsive was all too familiar.
But in the blink of an eye, he put the matter out of his mind, went out and picked up his soft and cute little wife, and blocked the little tiger that was trying to get closer with one kick.
The little tiger let out a "roar," but under the boy's cold and indifferent gaze, it slunk back timidly, lowering its head and whimpering softly in dissatisfaction.
Huo Chengche loved listening to his little wife's sweet, childish whimpers, but he didn't like listening to other little brats chatter away. He shoved the boy away, his displeasure barely concealed. "A perfectly healthy tiger, why are you acting like a rabbit? You have no backbone!"
"Awooo! (If I had any backbone, I would have torn you apart and eaten you long ago! Hmph!)"
The little tiger, daring not to utter a sound of anger, shrank its neck and let out a soft "roar," then quickly tucked its tail between its legs and scurried away, at least preventing the boy from easily kicking its little rear end.
The little dumpling nestled on her older brother's shoulder, tilting her head back with bright, sparkling eyes. "Has your older brother finished talking to Uncle Lin? Can you take Niannian back now? Niannian wants Sister Zhuangyou!"
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