Chapter 427 The Precious Ginseng Fruit VS. The Easily Deceived Cultivator (30)
Judging from what you just said, this matter seems to involve another ginseng fruit.
Little Guozi was naturally very interested and wanted to know what was going on.
"What's wrong?" Little Fruit asked again.
She glanced at Meng Qizhou, then at Chu Jin'an.
Chu Jin'an smiled and replied, "Qi Zhou told me last time..."
"Jin An!" Meng Qizhou hurriedly interrupted him, her expression serious. "Let bygones be bygones... and don't bring it up again. I have other things to do today, so I'll take her back first."
After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Guozi's reaction, he picked her up and hurriedly returned to the courtyard.
His appearance only made Xiao Guozi more curious.
Something strange just now.
I never expected that Meng Qizhou would have a secret he was keeping from me.
They've been spending almost every day together these days.
Even during arguments, they were well aware of each other's whereabouts, and what each of them did was basically transparent to them.
He doesn't even have any secrets himself, yet he's acting all mysterious.
"What's going on? What do you want to exchange? Do you have a treasure you want to secretly give to someone else and don't want me to know?" Little Fruit tugged at his clothes.
"It's nothing, you don't need to worry about it." Meng Qizhou knew he had to dissuade her from probing further, otherwise it wouldn't stop later. "We're figuring out something that makes people ugly, do you want to know that too?"
He deliberately scared her.
"You can't become ugly." Little Fruit pouted, instantly losing interest in asking, and then scolded him, "You're an ugly monster who likes to do bad things."
Little Guozi doesn't really know how to swear; she just repeats the same things over and over.
Calling someone ugly is, in her opinion, a very excessive insult, since everyone wants to look beautiful.
“Yes, I’m ugly.” Meng Qizhou seemed to agree. “And I have an even uglier little fruit by my side. All it does is chatter all day long, always asking questions that little spirits shouldn’t know, or rubbing its round belly and saying it’s hungry. It only thinks about eating and drinking… It needs to be taught a lesson.”
“I’m not ugly!” Little Fruit retorted.
But she only refuted that one point; as for the rest... she was too embarrassed to argue back, since what he said was mostly true...
Meng Qizhou raised an eyebrow. "If she's not ugly, then she's a glutton."
Little Fruit turned her head away from him, burying her head in his shoulder, whimpering and kicking her legs, "Hmph... then I won't eat dinner later, I'd rather starve to death."
"You can't eat ginseng fruit." She said this deliberately in a fit of pique.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t eat.” Meng Qizhou simply lifted her up and then gently weighed her in his hand. “You eat so much but don’t gain weight. You seem even lighter than before.”
He actually prefers the chubby little fruit; it's more comfortable to hold, and it's so plump.
Little Fruit complained, "The spiritual energy here is so thin that I've lost so much weight, and you still won't give me anything good to eat to help me recover."
She sounded somewhat aggrieved.
Meng Qizhou paused, then said, "All the good food went into your stomach, and you said I was reluctant to let you eat it. From now on, I will give you more nourishing spiritual energy to eat, and you are not allowed to touch those snacks."
Little Fruit remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
However, she had already secretly hidden a lot under the bed, enough for her to eat for a while even if he didn't give it to her.
"That's a good girl." Meng Qizhou habitually patted her head.
After sending her back to her courtyard, Meng Qizhou went to the main hall to report on what happened at the Demon-Slaying Tower that day.
Little Guozi was playing alone in the room.
As evening approached, people were flying kites outside the wall.
The kite soared upwards, drawing a light arc, like a bird breaking free from its restraints.
She really wanted to play too...
A ginseng fruit confined in the yard is not a good fruit, and it certainly won't become a happy fruit.
After agonizing over a bite of the sugar figurine, Xiao Guozi slipped away from the guarding disciples and sneaked out.
The person flying a kite outside the courtyard wall was Chu Jin'an.
He seemed to know she would come and wasn't surprised at all by her appearance.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
