Tragic Misadventures

The fishing hook had barely lifted the wooden block a little over a meter when an incredibly slender little hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed it.

Xiao Meng: "..."

Where the hell had this hand come from?

Xiao Meng looked along the little hand and saw a delicate little girl in white. She was around eleven or twelve years old, with flowing light-purple hair hanging to her waist and a pair of bright, watery eyes. Her face was full of confusion as the wooden block in her hand rose on its own, as though something had hooked it. She could not pull it down no matter how hard she tried.

"This is the medicinal herb storage vault of Jia Nan Academy's Inner Academy? This little girl is Zi Yan, the one known as the King of Brute Strength?" Xiao Meng was somewhat stunned.

"Get down here!" While Xiao Meng was still dumbfounded, Zi Yan grabbed the wooden block and gave it a fierce tug, immediately yanking him headfirst down the sand dune.

"Fuck..." Xiao Meng cursed under his breath, gripping the fishing rod tightly as he hurriedly sat back up and tried to forcibly reel in the hook. After fishing so many times, this was the first time someone had grabbed what he was fishing.

Bang!

Xiao Meng had barely sat up when he was yanked into another somersault. The fall left him dizzy, his mouth full of sand, and looking utterly miserable. He got up again, ready to sit down, but was flipped over once more and dragged a long distance, his head plunging straight into the sand.

Xiao Meng wanted to speak, but with his entire head buried in the sand, he could not open his mouth at all.

Xiao Meng: "I@%￥@..."

He was on the verge