Nuwa

The night breeze was cool, as though a female ghost named Xiaoqian had drifted past them with a backward glance. Her long hair brushed Ning Caichen's skin, carrying an icy, soul-devouring pleasure.

Liu Chang'an was going to capture some exotic beasts, and he did not intend to bring Zhu Juntang along.

He knew that beating Zhu Juntang up just now would not teach her a lesson. Expecting her to develop some restraint in her future acts of stupidity because of it was wishful thinking; physical pain would not accomplish much.

Thinking back to when they had first met, she had dared to try to deal with him and control him when faced with a strange, powerful, mysterious being. Given that, there was nothing surprising about her current behavior—provoking him without regard for life or death.

What worried Liu Chang'an most was whether Zhu Juntang truly had something wrong with her brain.

Not that she was mentally unstable, or had some illness like a brain tumor. Rather, when she learned and absorbed knowledge, something wrong with her brain caused what she learned to deviate severely from what she had actually read.

For instance, she had just said that Vikings kissed their monarch's buttocks, and that the hand-kiss had evolved from butt-kissing. She could not possibly have found such information when looking up the relevant material... Was that evidence that what she learned deviated drastically from what she actually read?

And then there was all that stuff about Jing Ke stabbing Crown Prince Dan three times.

Was that also why she could interpret "blood flowing until pestles floated" as blood carrying loads of Korean people who washed clothes?

By comparison, Zhou Dongdong was merely innocent and lively. She did not like studying or doing homework, and she was not good at memorizing