Chapter 8, Lord Yuanbao

Meng Fuyao immediately grabbed the plump figure and threw it outside. Lord Yuanbao flew out with a spin, and in a flash of blade light, the piece of fruit peel that had been drooled on by a rat was cleanly sliced off. With a flick of her hand, the fruit peel landed perfectly on Lord Yuanbao's head, crashing down into the owner's embrace along with it

The fruit rolled over, and Meng Fuyao, who was upside down, saw it clearly. It was indeed the sacred fruit from the snowy mountains of Dizhou, which is said to only grow in the deep valleys of the snow-capped mountains, making it impossible for ordinary people to find.

The man shook his head and pointed a finger in the direction of Meng Fuyao

Meng Fuyao felt a surge of anger as she was stared at by that threatening gaze Recently, she had been incredibly unfortunate, having been betrayed, tortured, and pushed off a cliff Now, even a fat rat was looking down on her To have reached such a low point in life was truly disheartening

Meng Fuyao chewed vigorously, swallowing the fruit in just a few bites, and then replied succinctly, "Yes, I have finished eating"

With a vacant gaze directed at the ground, a small creature with a powdery white hue was proudly lifting a fiery red fruit with its tiny paws, balancing on one leg in a classic ballet pose as it presented it to the man

In this early autumn weather, in the southern mountains and fields, although the night wind is fierce, it is far from being bone-chilling, especially with a large fire burning below.

And the book is here!

Everything proceeded perfectly according to the established script

No one believes that you are truly cold

As he moved, the opening of his garment suddenly revealed a bright red fruit rolling out

Zhi Zhi! Lord Yuanbao turned around, sorrowfully displaying his ample posterior to the man

If you two don't quickly enjoy the good things while bickering, are you really going to wait for that guy to come and snatch them from my mouth

Meng Fuyao, seeing its sorrow, felt increasingly pleased. With a triumphant air, she extended her hand and snatched the fruit away.

... ...

Meng Fuyao nearly spat out the herbal medicine that she had not completely swallowed.

Staring blankly, Meng Fuyao raised her hand and touched her nose, plucking a white hair the length of a finger from the tip of her nose—what is this thing

Squeak! !

Lord Yuanbao jumped up in anger, performing a 360-degree spin in mid-air, seemingly intending to execute its "forward somersault with a straight body followed by a 180-degree twist" once again. Meng Fuyao could not possibly be hit in the face by a mouse again; she twisted her body and had already evaded it.

Squeak!

Meng Fuyao, feeling indignant, continued to shift her buttocks backward while defiantly responding, "It's so hot"

Protest in tone

Lord Yuanbao has lowered his flag and ceased his drums, squatting to one side to draw circles. The man gently taps its head and turns to speak to Meng Fuyao, but his gaze lands on Meng Fuyao's puffy cheeks, and he suddenly pauses.

Although this person appears noble and elegant, not resembling the sordid demeanor of a coercive criminal, in this world, who can tell that beneath a good exterior there isn't a vile heart? ... Just like ... . ... Pei Yuan

The sound of chirping filled the air, and a white shadow jumped up and down on the man, tugging at his collar and making a ruckus, likely in an angry accusation. The man leaned casually against a tree, pinching the little nose of a gold ingot, responding to it with one remark after another

Lord Yuanbao immediately jumped up, clutching the fruit and scampering over, his two small paws obsequiously presenting the fruit to the man

The man across from her looked at her with great interest and asked, "Miss, are you cold?"

The man amusingly stared at her for a while, then suddenly shook his head

With a chuckle, the man across the way, who had been watching with a smile, finally couldn't hold back his laughter. He looked at Meng Fuyao with great interest and beckoned to the little creature, calling out: "Yuanbao"

Squeak!

The man, unable to endure any longer, grabbed it by the neck and made it stand upright, saying, "Speak properly, you didn't wash your backside last night!"

Squeak!

Meng Fuyao stared at the palm-sized creature—was it a rabbit? Smaller than a rabbit, a squirrel? Whiter than a squirrel, a Dutch rat? Even fatter than a Dutch rat, with shiny black eyes, beautiful long white fur, and a plump body that made it impossible to discern its dimensions, it was a real-life version of Hamtaro. In her previous life, such a cute little thing would surely have elicited screams from pet enthusiasts.

With a loud bang, Meng Fuyao flipped halfway over and fell down

Having fallen down, I immediately got back up, stepped on the fruit, glanced at the opposite side, seemingly without any objections. I quickly reached out to grab it

Lord Yuanbao, seeing that he could not step on the nose, immediately changed tactics, leaped onto the fruit with a hiss, and spat viciously.

To take revenge for the grievance of having one's nose stepped on

You are very cold

It seems you do not know that when the Qilin fruit encounters a frost, only half the amount can be used; otherwise, it will be toxic

With a sudden roll, it gracefully landed on all fours, directly meeting the fruit that had fallen from Meng Fuyao's palm. With a thud, it embraced the fruit in its arms.

"Squeak, squeak." Lord Yuanbao is diligently digging, digging, digging.

Casually pulled a hair from Lord Yuanbao's backside

However, when it comes to robbing things, it can be quite ruthless and vicious

This, this, this, has a vibrant color and a refreshing aroma, as if it is the healing fruit "Qilin Red" from the therapeutic illustrations

Her dark eyes shimmered with brilliance under the glow of the fire, gazing at the man with a wary expression. Her thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her slightly pale face, resembling a small creature in a state of tense readiness.

In front of the campfire, a person and a mouse bared their teeth at each other, each watching the other intently.

Sensing Meng Fuyao's gaze, the Dutch rat immediately turned its head, baring its snow-white front teeth at her, the flames reflecting off its large incisors like two small knives.

Meng Fuyao, who was still performing somersaults, immediately brightened her eyes

Chirp ... ... chirp ... ...

"Your increasingly bad temper is all their fault for indulging you." The man's patience was finally worn thin, yet he still showed no sign of anger, only smiling as he reached into his arms, "Hmm... carrying so many snacks is exhausting, just throw them away, okay?"

The man watched her dart about without moving, merely adjusting his clothing leisurely and smiling gently

Meng Fuyao, who had already moved a zhang away, suddenly sprang up like a wolf and intended to leap onto the opposite short cliff with a roll.

You have at least a thousand hairs on your buttocks; how can I tell if any are missing

That fat mouse wiggled its bottom and ignored.

Squeak!

You are not at a loss either; you kicked her once...

Lord Yuanbao slowly raised his head, reluctantly dawdling for a while, and then slowly turned the fruit in another direction

Hmm?

Alright... isn't it just your snack... let her have it, next time I will replenish it for you

... ... told you to bully others first ... ...

Ah?

The man smiled, his smile exuding an air of elegance and grace, lightly suggesting, "Then go ahead and take it off."

In a state of displeasure, Meng Fuyao also curled her lips and bared her teeth at the plump rat—by volume, my teeth are larger than yours!

Did you finish the Qilin Red?

All actions occurred in an instant. Meng Fuyao only felt a gust of wind, a sharp pain in her nose, and a faint fragrance of fruit wafting by, as the healing sacred fruit changed its location.

Master Yuanbao

A flash of white light appeared before her, swift as thunder. A small gust of wind suddenly rushed over, directly colliding with Meng Fuyao's hand. With a cry of "ouch," Meng Fuyao loosened her grip, and the white light performed a somersault in mid-air, striking a dramatic pose as it fiercely kicked Meng Fuyao on the nose.

It gazed sorrowfully at the fruit, its eyes filled with the lingering emotions of parting and loss

Seeing that person reclining high on the tree, idly resting her chin on her hand, her gaze drifting over to Meng Fuyao, seemingly contemplating the "most primitive method of warming up" with her, Meng Fuyao retreated further behind the fire.

In the three rounds of the battle between the human and the mouse, Meng Fuyao emerged victorious