"Something tasty!"
After hearing He Dazhi's words, Little Fatty didn't even hesitate before making his decision.
He Dazhi heard the answer he'd expected and shook his head, reaching out to ruffle Little Fatty's hair a few times. When he spotted the hairpin on Little Fatty's head, a thought suddenly came to him.
"Is this hairpin the one that broke off the black stick Xiaofan brought back from the Back Mountain?"
"Yeah! Little Junior Brother gave it to me!" Little Fatty replied, protectively covering the hairpin on his head. His expression said, You can't take it. He Dazhi was used to this and didn't bother arguing.
"Junior Brother Xiaofan! Is there something special about that stick?" He Dazhi still remembered that after their master examined it, he'd concluded it was an ordinary stick. But after the hairpin pricked Junior Sister that day, the strange changes in her, followed by their master and Shiniang's silence, had made him feel that the thing wasn't as plain and ordinary as their master had told them.
"Special? Does it count that it's especially handy for stoking the fire?" Zhang Xiaofan replied after thinking it over.
"That's not what I mean!" He Dazhi felt like his intelligence was being mocked. "I mean, have you ever tried using your spiritual power to control it?"
"Didn't Master say it was just an ugly, ordinary stick? It's not a magic treasure, so why would you try to control it?" Sixth Senior Brother looked at He Dazhi curiously, unable to figure out what he meant.
"Have you forgotten the strange changes in Junior Sister after Junior Little Brother pricked her with this hairpin?" After He Dazhi said that, he saw the others' eyes light up.
"That proves the thing definitely isn't an ordinary stick. Junior Little Brother said it even