Song Qingshu could not help rubbing his nose. Had this matter really spread so widely? He had never expected Hong Qigong, with those thick brows and big eyes of his, to be such a gossip behind the scenes.
Hearing Old Urchin's words, Yang Guo instantly flew into a rage. "Old Urchin, I consider you a friend. Why would you insult me like this?"
"Why are you getting angry?" Old Urchin scratched his ears and cheeks, utterly puzzled. "I wasn't insulting you. It's precisely because I consider you a friend that I congratulated you."
Yang Guo forcefully suppressed his anger and said coldly, "I have lost my aunt. What is there to celebrate?"
Old Urchin sidled up to him with a grin. "What's so good about women? Every one of them is dreadful to look at, and they bring a whole heap of trouble. How free and carefree it is to play by yourself like me! Brother Yang, once you get used to it, you'll understand the benefits of being alone."
Only then did Yang Guo understand what he meant. Recalling Old Urchin's usual muddled way of speaking, he did not take it to heart. "My aunt is different from other women."
Old Urchin nodded in deep agreement, then tugged on Yang Guo's sleeve. "Xiaolongnü is indeed different from other women. She's much more fun. I've learned seventy or eighty percent of her Bee Control Technique, but I simply cannot learn how to sleep on a rope. Yang Guo, secretly tell me, is there some trick to it?"
Yang Guo's breathing caught. "I can't do it either."
Xiaolongnü's unique sleeping posture could only be achieved by someone with a pure and flawless heart. Even someone as innocent as Old Urchin found it difficult, let alone Yang Guo, who possessed a Seven-aperture