515 Can’t Be Washed Off
However, it was fine. The Color-Painting Birds only spat on them a little, and they were not as miserable as Gong Cheng. He wanted to laugh when he saw Gong Cheng’s expression.
“Where’s the water? Get me some water quickly! I want to take a shower!” Gong Cheng was still jumping and shouting.
An Jiuyue remained silent.
Gong Cheng sure has let himself go at Huayan Peak without his family to discipline him, hasn’t he? Look at how arrogant he sounds!
She watched as Shui Liu and Shui Xian, with the help of a few men, sent buckets of water to Gong Cheng’s tent. After everyone left, Gong Cheng went in to take a shower.
But sadly…
“What’s going on?!”
15 minutes later, Gong Cheng let out a furious roar in his tent.
Crash! The sound of something heavy hitting the ground followed. He must have smashed something in anger.
A few people who happened to pass by were stunned. They looked at Gong Cheng’s tent in confusion, wanting to see what was happening.
“Don’t go.” Rong Luo saw them about to rush into Gong Cheng’s tent and quickly stopped them.
They looked at Rong Luo and asked, “What happened? What happened?”
An Jiuyue wanted to ask what was going on too.
Didn’t he go in to take a shower? Can’t he just wash up? If once isn’t enough, he can do it twice. It’s such a simple matter, isn’t it?
“The Color-Painting Birds spat all over Young Master Gong,” Rong Luo said, gloating.
“Huh?” They were dumbfounded.
“I won’t be able to see anyone for a month if they spit on me. That bird’s saliva can’t be washed off,” one of them answered An Jiuyue’s curiosity.
The Color-Painting Bird’s spittle was colorful and could not be washed off unless the colored skin was shed.
“Young Master Gong is really unlucky. Why did the Color-Painting Bird spit on him?”
“What are you still discussing it? Let’s go quickly. Young Master Gong has a bad temper. He might rush out to scold us.” They would be the first to bear the brunt.
“Let’s go, let’s go.” They quickly left.
An Jiuyue looked at Rong Luo with a straight face.
Can I say that I really want to laugh? But I’m Qian Jiyun’s wife in their eyes. I have to put on airs, right?
“You’re out, Mistress? Yan Nuo and Yan Jin have yet to return. The Spirit Severing Cliff is quite far away. They’ll probably need another hour.”
Rong Luo saw An Jiuyue and hurried over to explain.
“Oh.” An Jiuyue nodded at him. “An hour? I’ll take a nap then.”
She turned around and walked back to her tent. In reality, she had to find a place to laugh quickly. Holding it in was too uncomfortable!
…
Qian Jiyun returned with some people after hunting for demonic beast meat in less than an hour.
The meat did not emit any strange odors. He knew Jiuyue was not used to the food here, so he brought people to hunt it. It was even still warm.
“Go and prepare it. Leave the blood, essence, and meat for me,” he instructed his subordinates.
“Yes, Master.” His subordinates obeyed and dragged the demonic beast away.
“Master…”
Qian Jiyun was about to return to An Jiuyue’s tent when he heard a voice he should not have.