A mere demon with a menacing aura obviously couldn't stop little Annie, the Flame Immortal whose cultivation was impossible to fathom, or Jin Xiaoli, the Carp Immortal who was said to have over two thousand years of cultivation.
And so!
After using her fists to teach some clueless idiot a harsh lesson, showing him why flowers were so damn red and leaving him with a painful shadow in his heart, Annie, the onlooker, and Jin Xiaoli, the instigator, casually dumped him beside a public latrine on some unknown street corner. Then, under cover of night, they happily bounced all the way home.
By the time they wandered back to their home beside the bamboo grove, it was already rather late.
"!!"
"Master?"
"Xiaoli!"
In the courtyard, Mo Caihuan had been thinking about the enemy from the Five-Colored Sect in Lanzhou whom she'd run into that day. A little drowsy, she'd been dozing as she waited. When she finally saw the two little troublemakers come back, she hurried to her feet and exclaimed as she went to meet them.
"Where have you two been? Why are you only coming back now?"
"Ah!"
"Never mind that for now!"
"Go wait in the hall. I'll bring the food from the steamer right over. It should still be warm!"
After asking without thinking, she didn't wait for their answer. She quickly ushered them inside, then hurried off toward the kitchen.
"..."
o(′^｀)o
Since Mo Caihuan hadn't asked, Annie naturally strode toward the dining room with an easy conscience, acting as if nothing had happened.
After all, it wasn't the first time she'd come home this late. She was used to it by now.
"..."
Behind her, Jin Xiaoli's eyes kept darting about.
But when she saw that Senior Sister Mo wasn't asking many questions,