As it happened, the panda knew its own farts stank. It shook its flabby backside and ran faster than anything else, leaving Lan Ran utterly dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
Ren Zihe's face turned dark and ugly. With a wave of her sleeve, she blew all the farts away, but even she probably found the stench unbearable, because it carried an inherently invasive attacking energy. A protective barrier couldn't block it.
Although Ren Zihe hadn't been injured by the fart, her heart had been wounded beyond recognition. She hated that stinking panda so much she wanted to skin it alive—provided, of course, that she could catch up with it.
"Alas, I told you it's wary of strangers. Other than me and Chief Lan Ran, I'm afraid no one else can ride it." I deliberately sighed in sympathy. Ren Zihe merely snorted and swept her gaze around. I asked, "Why don't you give it a try, Elder Zhou?"
"I couldn't, I couldn't. Although I'm an elder and watched Chief Lan Ran grow up, she's a grown woman now. That would be improper. Completely improper." Zhou Chen hurriedly waved his hands. Even if he was willing, he wouldn't dare.
When Lan Ran heard my suggestion, she was so angry she nearly rolled her eyes at me. If Zhou Chen hadn't taken the initiative to defuse the situation, she would already have come over and slapped me.
"Then why don't you try, Yin Huayi?" I sneered. Yin Huayi snorted and remained completely unmoved. That fellow was only interested in Si Niang and was far more resolute than I'd imagined. There was no way to provoke his anger.
"Then I'll give it a try." I laughed and clapped my hands at the panda. "Big panda, come here. Come to Daddy."
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