"Waaaaah... Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."
The stone turtle, covering its bare body, sat in the river and wept bitterly, helplessly watching its shell being taken away.
A turtle was sleeping by the river when a robber came by the roadside.
Chi Musheng held the tortoise shell, split it in two, quickly washed it, and built a simple stove with a few stones to start a fire to sterilize it.
"My shell, you wretched creature! You dare to bully me, the old and weak South River Turtle!" The stone turtle looked at its shell, which was being roasted over a fire, and felt heartbroken.
However, no one paid any attention to it. Only the unicorn was gloating. Oh well, so what if you're unlucky? As long as it's not the one who's unlucky, it's fine. As the saying goes, "Better to die for your friend than for me."
Tu Shan Honghong emerged from the woods carrying two rabbits with broken legs, placed them in front of Chi Musheng, and then sat down to wait for her meal.
As the head of Tushan, he has already done enough. Going to be an assistant would seem too lowly. He may like it, but he still needs to maintain his dignity. He can gradually shed his disguise, otherwise it would be too strange.
"Chi Musheng, are you going to roast a rabbit in a tortoise shell?"
She couldn't help but ask, after all, she rarely cared about food, having devoted herself to becoming stronger and protecting Tushan for hundreds of years.
Chi Musheng blinked, then took out a bag of chili peppers and salt, as well as lard he had rendered himself.
"No, wait, it's stir-fried rabbit, spicy rabbit."
This is a famous Sichuan dish, and he's never even tried it before. After all, this world hasn't even figured out how to make oil yet. Ordinary stir-fries are just dry-fried or water-fried, without any oil at all.
"Mm," Tu Shan Honghong nodded in response.
She hadn't heard of it, but that didn't stop her from pretending to know. As long as you didn't speak, no one would know. You're ignorant, that's what Rongrong told her.
"Boss, aren't you afraid my cooking won't taste good?"
Chi Musheng couldn't understand where Tu Shan Honghong's confident tone came from.
I'm sorry to him, it's his first time making this dish too. He just wanted to try it out. If it doesn't work or taste bad, he still has the dessert from last night.
After dealing with the two rabbits, he drew his longsword. It was worth it for him to practice his swordsmanship several times yesterday. He hadn't brought a kitchen knife with him today, so it came in handy.
The longsword was drawn, and with a flash of light, the rabbit meat was cut into similarly sized pieces.
Tu Shan Honghong couldn't hold back her laughter; her lips twitched. It was the first time she had ever seen someone use a magical artifact to cut vegetables and even use swordsmanship.
She taught you swordsmanship and gave you a precious sword to use for dancing—I mean, to protect yourself—but you used it to chop vegetables.
Under Chi Musheng's fierce and powerful actions, Tu Shan Honghong, who was standing to the side, was choked and sneezed several times.
Achoo!
Achoo!
Achoo!
With a final spray, Tu Shan Hong Hong even landed on Chi Mu Sheng's clothes; the glistening water droplets blended into them before their owner could wipe them away.
Tu Shan Honghong was so embarrassed that she almost scratched her toes on the ground. She didn't know whether to say anything or not, but it seemed like she could still hide it from everyone.
Chi Musheng turned his head away, sneezing so hard it almost hit Tu Shan Honghong on his body, and offered some considerate advice.
"Why don't you go wait by the river for a while, Chief?"
Instead of being a good sponsor, you insist on standing next to the chef and smelling the cooking fumes. Even after fighting like this, you still won't leave. Do you think you'll be shortchanged on food?
"No need, achoo!"
This time, Tu Shan Honghong hit Chi Musheng's face precisely, and the air suddenly fell silent.
Tu Shan Honghong was completely stunned. This was the first time in her life that she had encountered such a thing, slapping her snot on a man's face.
The key issue is that this man is someone she likes. Should we just destroy him? Yu Ling, you haven't told him how to handle this kind of situation yet.
"I'm sorry," Tu Shan Honghong stammered for a moment.
Let alone her, any girl in this situation would probably want to dig a hole and bury her head in it, leaving only her butt sticking out.
"It's alright, Boss, I'll go wash my face first."
Chi Musheng put down the scabbard of the sword he was cooking in, turned around and ran to the riverbank, scooped up a handful of water and washed his face.
In his twenty years of life, this was the first time he had ever encountered a demon who sneezed in his face. The worst one had ever done was step on his face.
Tu Shan Honghong sat there dumbfounded, her little face flushed, like a steam engine unable to dissipate the heat emanating from her body. She retreated into the carriage to calm down.
The stone turtle poked its head out of the river and mocked.
"Pretty boy, you deserve it! Serves you right for stealing my shell!"
It saw clearly what happened when Chi Musheng was sprayed all over his face. It wasn't just snot, it seemed like there was some saliva too, hahaha.
This gave Chi Musheng, who had nowhere else to vent her anger, a target to whom she immediately unleashed her fury.
"What do you know, you thousand-year-old bachelor? You can only watch others, you pitiful dog getting rained on by the roadside."
He's civilized, polite, and gentle—that's how he acts when dealing with his sugar daddy. He has to put on an act. Even the best sycophant is better than a single bastard.
"What, pretty boy, what did you say!" The stone turtle was panting heavily through its nostrils.
What kind of pitiful dog is that, getting soaked in the rain on the street? Does he want to be single? Ugh!
Didn't he want to embrace his goddess and live a carefree life, but it...
Thinking and thinking, the stone tortoise's eyes turned red, and it didn't know how to refute it.
Because the little flower turtle he liked was lured away by the handsome spotted turtle.
That guy did nothing, he just stood there, and he had already won, outmaneuvered the man who had been waiting by her side for decades.
Finally, I watched them leave hand in hand along the river, heading towards a wider lake.
Many demons lied to him, saying that liking someone has nothing to do with appearance or strength, but he knew that if he were better looking, stronger, and less insecure, the ending might have been different.
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