Huo Chengche looked at his suddenly empty arms, then at the little thing that had seduced his wife, his face darkened with anger, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.
I heard that tiger soup is quite nourishing? Niannian was just scared, she should make some bone broth to help her recover.
The boy, his face dark, was plotting something in his mind.
Suddenly, one of the little tigers felt a chill creep up the tip of its tail. When it turned around, it was so frightened that it burrowed into the baby's arms, yelping and leaving only its chubby little bottom sticking out.
The little boy hugged the tiger cub and lectured it in a childish voice, "White Egg, you're a tiger cub, how can you be so timid! You should learn from Fatty Tuan Tuan. Although you can't be as fierce as Bad Tuan Tuan, don't be like a kitten either!"
Whether White Egg understood or not, it was unclear. For every sentence the little baby said, it would let out a soft "woof".
Then, Huo Chengche, glancing sideways at it, slapped its chubby little bottom, "Talking back?"
The poor little white egg dared not utter another sound.
Huo Chengche glanced at the now-docile little thing and snorted coldly.
Then, when he looked at the little girl, his expression was as gentle and warm as ever, and he gently stroked her little head.
“Your Highness still has something to say to this uncle. If you’re bored, take Bai Dandan out to play for a while. But just play in the yard, okay? So Your Highness can see you.”
The little boy hugged the docile little tiger, looked up at his older brother, and nodded obediently, "Okay! Niannian will play in the yard and won't run around."
After saying that, the little dumpling happily ran out and left with the little white egg at the door.
Huo Chengche was inside the house, where he could see the little boy perfectly, which put his mind at ease.
However, upon seeing the clumsy little tiger's figure, the boy's expression turned displeased. If it weren't for the fact that the little one was having so much fun, he would have definitely kicked the little thing out to call for help.
Seeing a little tiger cub happily jumping and playing in the yard, Tong Youlin turned his head and asked, "Is the deity trying to deliver a message? I can ask the brothers in the village to do it for me!"
Huo Chengche glanced at him, seemingly deep in thought. Right now, apart from Liang Sheng, the Prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, who was confirmed to be staking out that dilapidated Taoist temple, all the yamen runners of Jingzhao Prefecture were scattered throughout the mountains and forests. Apart from that little tiger cub, it would be difficult for anyone else to find him.
Seeing Huo Chengche's hesitant expression, Tong Youlin slapped his forehead and said, "Oh dear, look at my brain! Is the immortal going to send a message to the heavens? Then my brother probably can't do it for me."
That little tiger is so clever, it must be a celestial beast like a spirit tiger!
Tong Youlin glanced at Bai Dandan outside, who was sticking out his little bottom, looking ready to pounce, and thought to himself.
Huo Chengche glanced at Tong Youlin, his thin lips slightly pursed.
No, that's not it. He just wanted to find someone to send a message to Liang Sheng. As for whether it was sent to the heavens...
The boy looked up at the sky as if possessed, and suddenly wondered how angry Liang Sheng would be if he knew that Tong Youlin had cursed him like that.
Thinking of the Prefect of Jingzhao who must be fast asleep in the Taoist temple, a dark glint flashed in Huo Chengche's eyes, a sinister and wicked light that accentuated the youth's momentary arrogance, which vanished in an instant.
Having made up his mind, the boy's thin lips curled into a cool smile as he asked his friend Lin, "Do you have paper and pen?"
The latter awkwardly scratched his forehead and gave a sheepish smile, "Um, I... I'll go ask around, I... I should be able to find it..."
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