Xiao Xiao felt rather strange.
After all, he had never imagined that one day he would hear a monster say things like "the flower yearned for the stream, but the stream had no such feelings" and "acting lovey-dovey"—words about human romance.
"So what's so strange about that?"
Ling Yao returned to the question it had asked at the beginning.
Xiao Xiao smiled.
"The guy thought the girl had hired someone to follow him."
"The girl said their frequent chance encounters were because of her intuition."
"Intuition?"
Interest showed in Ling Yao's eyes.
"Really?"
"I don't know."
Xiao Xiao shook his head. "The guy didn't believe her."
"When I ran into him, I didn't notice anyone following him."
"Was it really intuition?"
Ling Yao was curious.
It remembered that girl.
She was just an ordinary human.
If it hadn't sensed a faint trace of demonic aura around them, it wouldn't have remembered those two humans at all.
Had it been mistaken?
The only time it could remember being mistaken was when it failed to notice the two monsters possessing Xiao Xiao.
"I don't know."
At the familiar answer, Ling Yao rolled its eyes.
"What do you know?"
"I've told you everything I know."
A hint of innocence crept into Xiao Xiao's voice.
Ling Yao: ...
"Enough. You can go."
Ling Yao flapped its wings.
"Your friends are looking for you."
"Hey, where's Third Brother?"
Zhang Bo looked away from the maple tree and turned around, suddenly noticing something was wrong.
"Hm?"
Zhuge Yun and Zhao Luzheng were both taken aback.
They looked around.
"Where's Third Brother?"
Zhao Luzheng looked utterly confused.
"How does a grown man get lost?"
Zhuge Yun frowned. "It's not like we're in a forest."
"I'm not lost."
The familiar