"Mm-hmm~?"
???
Until dusk was just about to fall, after Mo Caihuan had waited anxiously, as if counting the stars and moon, her troublesome little girl of a master, Flame Immortal, finally came strolling through the courtyard gate, humming a tune and striding with the swagger of someone who didn't care what anyone thought.
Who knew what she'd been up to today? Still, there was one small improvement over yesterday: Mo Caihuan saw that her master hadn't brought home any strange things this time. She wasn't carrying a fish, nor had she brought back some other odd little animal or monster.
"..."
At any rate, her master had finally returned, and Mo Caihuan's blank expression gradually became animated again.
But perhaps she'd been too badly shaken, or perhaps there was some other reason. She didn't get up to greet her right away. Instead, she continued sitting there blankly beside the stone table in the courtyard.
"Huh?"
(??????)
"Why are you sitting out here in the courtyard?"
(ˉ?ˉ;)
"Oh, right. Is dinner ready?"
ヾ(^▽^*)))
Annie spotted her silly, blank-faced disciple, Mo Caihuan, sitting beside the stone table in the courtyard. She wasn't waiting in the dining room as usual, nor was she meditating, so Annie curiously came over to ask her what was going on and say hello.
"..."
Mo Caihuan stared blankly at her approaching master, then at the filthy Tibbers she was carrying. She opened her mouth, but though she had a thousand things to say, she didn't know where to begin.
(...)
(●￣?￣●)
"What's wrong?"
(??)
"Have you gone stupid, or are you sick?"
(^-^)o~
Though she didn't think Mo Caihuan could possibly be sick, Annie still reached out and placed a hand on her forehead. She'd spent the whole day playing around, and her hand was as