If Minghe had not come, Liusu would have wanted to catch Xi Yue off guard with a smack herself, so Xi Yue would know that the First Wife was not some wooden cudgel.
Now that Minghe was here, this was perfect. Master and disciple tearing into each other was the best show—there was no need for this cudgel to intervene at all.
Liusu quietly extended a hand from within the cudgel and snatched a slice of melon from the table.
Snowflakes condensed one after another, taking Minghe's form. The sight was truly beautiful, but the atmosphere was freezing.
Master and disciple stared at each other for quite a while. Xi Yue was still curled up in Qin Yi's arms with her arms around his neck, her mind utterly blank. For a long time, she did not know what to say. Thinking back, had she let slip something extraordinary just now? What had she called Qin Yi?
Minghe asked for her, "What did you mean by 'good brother,' Master?"
Xi Yue said, "Good... good songs all sound nice. Very nice."
"Why are you so nervous, Master?" Minghe held down her master, who was hurriedly trying to get up, and whispered in her ear, "Seeing Master happy makes me happy too."
"Eh?" Xi Yue was dumbfounded. Had this disciple not gone dark?
She was the Devil Master of the Nether River. Going dark was perfectly normal...
Even Qin Yi stared at Minghe in alarm, afraid she might suddenly bare her fangs.
Minghe leaned over, bracing one hand against Qin Yi's shoulder and the other against Xi Yue's. Smiling sweetly, she said, "Speaking of which, I suddenly thought of a question..."
"W-what question?"
"If Qin Yi is Master's good brother, should I call Qin Yi Grandmaster, or Uncle?"
"Pfft..." Liusu even sprayed melon