Wuchen and Xiaohong stared at each other for a long time. No one dared to make a sound, afraid of disturbing Xiaohong and giving Wuchen a bite. The insect that even Zhu Zi was afraid of must be quite poisonous. This unlucky kid Wuchen is too bold.
"This insect is quite beautiful; I want to keep it as a pet."
After watching for a while, Wuchen suddenly spoke up, flipped her hand, and kicked Xiaohong into her pocket.
Zhu Zi was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses. She shouted angrily, "Xiao Hong is mine! Give it back to me!"
He failed nearly a hundred times on the mountain before finally succeeding in raising Xiao Hong. Was it easy?
Now this damned little bald monk is actually taking advantage of Xiao Hong right in front of him, how outrageous!
Wu Chen scoffed and took Xiao Hong out again. Xiao Hong obediently lay in her palm, not moving at all. Zhu Zi felt heartbroken seeing this; Xiao Hong was never so obedient with him.
"Call it out and see if it responds!"
Wuchen placed Xiaohong on the table, at the exact distance between her and Zhu Zi.
Zhu Zi gritted her teeth, "It was originally mine."
"Then go ahead and yell!" Wuchen's expression was really irritating. Everyone was busy with their own things and ignored the two of them's childish behavior.
To fight over even a spider, what is that if not childish?
But what they didn't know was that Little Red was no ordinary spider; it was worth its weight in gold. Zhu Zi had gone to great lengths to cultivate this one and only Little Red.
He collected many poisonous insects on the mountain, such as scorpions, centipedes, and venomous snakes, and locked them together without feeding them. After one night, the insects became even more ferocious due to hunger and began to kill each other.
Zhu Zi called it "boiling poison," which is similar to the Tibetan practice of boiling dogs.
All he needed was the last one to survive, but in the previous hundred attempts, none of them survived. In the end, only Little Red survived, having devoured many venomous insects, and even the king cobra was no match for it.
Such a precious treasure, even if you gave him a hundred million, Zhu Zi wouldn't sell it!
Sweetie had complete confidence in her older brother, saying, "Brother, just call her that. Little Red is your pet."
Zhu Zi thought about it and realized it made sense. He was Xiao Hong's owner, so how could he not be able to be called?
"Go ahead and yell, just watch!"
Zhu Zi snorted and gently called out to Xiao Hong, who was staring blankly at the table. However, Xiao Hong ignored him and continued to stare blankly.
She called again, but it still didn't move, as if it were asleep. Zhu Zi felt embarrassed and explained, "Xiao Hong is asleep, don't disturb it!"
Wu Chen scoffed dismissively and whistled. Suddenly, Little Red, who had been motionless, jumped up and ran quickly towards Wu Chen. More obedient than a husky, Zhu Zi watched in disbelief as her precious Little Red returned to Wu Chen's palm.
My soul was struck by a thousand points of damage.
Wuchen, beaming with pride, tucked Xiaohong back into his pocket. "See? Xiaohong is mine. You can't even get her to come back when I call her."
"You cheated!"
Zhu Zi belatedly realized Wu Chen's talent and cursed him inwardly for being shameless and stealing his treasure. He was even more resentful of Xiao Hong for being heartless; he had served her diligently for over a year, and she just left without even saying goodbye.
All's fair in war!
Wuchen uttered a newly learned idiom, leaving Zhu Zi speechless for a second, before she went back to gnawing on her leek dumplings.
Meanwhile, at Yin Yu's residence in the suburbs, Yin Yu, who had just finished taking a tonic, vomited blood again, this time more severely than before, and could not even stand up.
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