I said, "Well, this old man's gotten interested after all.
The Insect Race, huh..."
Long Bixian shook his head with his eyes closed, pondering for a long while. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, a glint flashing in them.
"Good! I'll go with you."
Chapter Forty: Where Do You Think You're Going?!
As soon as the old man spoke, I knew he had a plan in mind.
That wasn't like him. Could this guy be plotting some sort of scheme?
I frowned and stared at the old man. There was a hint of sincerity in his eyes, but more than anything, he seemed curious.
"Hey, old man, you're not telling me you've taken an interest in a bug, are you?"
Old Man Dragon's face darkened, and he snapped, "What kind of thing is that to say?!"
"Uh... Fine. I hope I'm just overthinking it."
Still, even if the old man was eyeing the Insect Queen, whether he could handle her was another matter. Just sitting there, she could talk on and on for three whole days and nights. That was only because I was the one dealing with her. If it were this old man, he'd probably keel over the very same day.
"Burp~"
I burped, and felt a lot more alert. Looking at the old man, whose face was full of curiosity, I didn't know what to say. What else could I do? I'd let him do as he pleased. Sooner or later, he'd regret it.
I glanced at the old man, then at the darkening sky outside. I stood up and brushed the dust from my clothes, picked up the tea that had gone cold, drained it, and set the cup back on the table.
"I'll head back first. I'll come find you tomorrow. Don't forget my bullets.