Seeing the other party knocking without pause, Zhou Qing stumbled out with disheveled hair, not even having time to wipe the eye gunk from the corners of his eyes. Wearing nothing but boxer shorts, he scratched his butt as he went.
"Third Senior Brother, even my chickens haven't started crowing yet. Why are you here so early in the morning..."
Zhou Qing froze halfway through his words.
Yan Xiaohu, whose fist had nearly knocked against Zhou Qing's nose, was brimming with excitement, his tiny eyes shining. Not only that, he was wearing a brand-new outfit he normally could not bear to wear.
Even his round face had been polished until it gleamed with oil, giving off a fragrance.
Of course, that was not the point.
The point was that outside the courtyard, nearly all the Core Disciples had come, along with several peak masters, including his master Mo Xingjian and Sect Leader Cao Zhengyang.
For a moment, both sides stared at one another.
The next instant, quite a few senior sisters covered their mouths and giggled.
Zhou Qing's face turned red in a flash. His right hand stiffly emerged from behind his backside, and at that moment, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl straight into it.
This was a massive social death scene.
"I sent you so many messages, but you didn't reply. There was no other way, so everyone had to come here," Yan Xiaohu whispered.
Heh heh—
You dressed yourself up all nicely just to drag me out here and whip my corpse, huh?
Or was it to make yourself look better by comparison?
Third Senior Brother, our brotherhood ends here.
Heart Insight Points +5
In the crowd, Lu Yaoyao wore a broad smile. The So Responsible above her head instantly changed