On the mountain path before Pansi Ridge, Annie sat on Tibbers's shoulder without feeling tired at all. She munched on wild fruit she'd picked somewhere, swung her feet, and shouted at her second senior brother, who was trudging along listlessly a few dozen paces behind her, carrying his Nine-Toothed Rake:
"Hey—"
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"Hurry up, Peppa!"
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"Quit dawdling!"
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"Weren't you running pretty fast before? How come you're dragging your feet now that we're almost at Pansi Ridge?"
Annie was rather puzzled. She had no idea what that little "Peppa" was up to.
"Stop your yapping!"
"You've been sitting on that monkey's shoulder all day without your feet touching the ground. I've been trudging over hill and dale for half the day without a bite to eat. How can you compare the two?"
"And another thing!"
"My name is Zhu Bajie. You can call me Uncle Pig or Uncle Bajie, but what do you mean by calling me 'Peppa'?"
Annie had called him "Peppa" more than once along the way. Zhu Bajie still didn't know what it meant, but he had a vague feeling that whatever nickname she'd given him couldn't be anything good. So he corrected her once again.
"You haven't eaten? But..."
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"You were locked up in those Golden Cymbals for ten days or half a month before and you were fine. How come you're complaining after half a day without food and refusing to walk?"
Annie didn't answer what "Peppa" meant. She just looked at him strangely.
Things had been fine before, but for some reason he'd started dawdling when they were almost at Pansi Ridge. Especially today—he'd been stopping to pee and poop all along the way, and they'd covered less than half the distance they had yesterday. Now he was complaining that he was