Just Now I Was Bluffing!

"Not a single one?"

"Not a single one!"

"What about ones you've heard of?" Shen Hui pressed relentlessly.

Daoist Feng was about to wave his hand again when he suddenly felt it empty.

Looking down, he discovered that Shen Hui had lightly taken away the half-eaten chicken leg.

Daoist Feng said, "Hey—you..."

As he spoke, he turned to reach for the wine jar. But the instant his fingers touched its rim, Lu Huan had already snatched it up with quick eyes and nimble hands, hugged it to her chest, and even winked at him.

Daoist Feng cried, "Oh dear!" His face piled high with smiles as he repeatedly begged for mercy.

"You two, you two... It's freezing out, and the snow is coming down so heavily. You can't make this poor Daoist sit here dry, can you? At least let this poor Daoist have a sip of wine to warm myself..."

Spreading both hands, he said, "Otherwise, once we set out, with these old arms and old legs of mine, I'm afraid I won't even make it two li before freezing stiff."

Shen Hui looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

Lu Huan hid the wine jar farther behind her back, tilting her head at him without yielding an inch.

Daoist Feng pulled a miserable face and let out a long sigh.

"Fine, fine. Figures like Nascent Soul True Lords are dragons whose heads are seen but whose tails are not. This poor Daoist truly hasn't seen one. But..."

He drew out the final word. "I have heard a few things."

Only then did Shen Hui hand the chicken leg back to him.

Daoist Feng accepted it, took a savage bite, and said through a mouthful of food,

"It's gone cold. Little girl, pour me some wine too."