Then...
Four Confucian Tribulation Immortals were strung together by a single strand of silly hair, neat and orderly.
Bookworm Tribulation Immortal: "..."
Refined and Elegant Tribulation Immortal: "..."
High-Spirited Tribulation Immortal: "..."
Why did the three of them have to be skewered into a string as well?
How innocent were they?
"That's going too far, Fairy Chu. Only one of them said the wrong thing—why did you string all four of them together?" White Dragon Sister strongly condemned her. "Besides, this Confucian fellow didn't actually say anything wrong. Aren't you shaped like a strand of silly hair right now? If anyone's to blame, blame Song Shuhang for sticking you on top of his head!"
Song Shuhang: "???"
So this is my fault?
Pavilion Master Chu's silly hair slowly shrank back, then coiled once around Song Shuhang's neck.
However, the silly hair did not tighten—it had given Song Shuhang a suspended sentence. If he behaved well from here on out, perhaps it could be commuted to life imprisonment?
"All right, my fault. It's all my fault!" Song Shuhang sighed and looked toward the four Confucian Tribulation Immortals. "Seniors, will two eyes be enough?"
There were only two eyes, but there were four Confucian Tribulation Immortals.
When he had used the general outline of Sacred Ape Dragon Force Divine Art to regenerate his body, Creation Fairy had only dug out two eyes. If he had known his eyes would be so precious, he definitely would have asked the fairy to dig out a few more as spares.
The Bookworm Tribulation Immortal spoke up. "To be honest, it would be even better if we could have two more eyes."
Creation Fairy's small hands emerged from the top of Song Shuhang's head like a pair of antlers, waving repeatedly—even if she dug out Song