A pair of sausages on his lips—probably very ugly... But Sikong Zhaiyue felt that he was already getting on in years, so it did not matter if they were ugly. They neither hurt nor itched.
But the thought had only just arisen when his lips began to burn with pain, as though the pain had pierced straight into his bones.
Whenever something could not be explained logically, the little old man felt that he had to reason it out. But Maid Miss had already taken Xia Ji and Bai Zhi and walked straight out through the excavated passage, not giving him any chance at all.
"How infuriating!" The little old man exploded in rage. As his anger surged and his blood pressure seemed to start skyrocketing again, he hurriedly searched for the mouth spray in his pocket.
"Old man, you want to reason this out?" Zhao Huai'an suddenly patted the little old man's shoulder and asked again, "Are you sure you really want to reason with a woman?"
Sikong Zhaiyue fell silent. After a moment, he looked at Zhao Huai'an as though he were a traitor. "Why are you fine?"
Zhao Huai'an shrugged without saying anything, then followed them up.
It had to be said that the little old man's tunneling skills were practically beyond specifications. The instant Zhao Huai'an crawled out of the tunnel, a dazzling treasure light nearly blinded him.
"The Red King's Treasury..." Zhao Huai'an murmured. "It was actually this easy..."
What had he done?
He had taken a shovel and dug through everything as easily as digging through tofu, without danger or excitement... And then they had arrived. The entire process had been absurdly unbelievable.
The Red King's treasures naturally were not vulgar items like simple gold and silver jewelry. At that moment, Zhao Huai'an