The lyrics of these songs were a perfect match for Lord Lao's words and the atmosphere. His heart went ice-cold. Qin Fen was exploiting a loophole in the Heavenly Dao Oath to sing, and there was really nothing Lord Lao could say about it. Every song was aimed at him, making his eyes widen and turn bloodshot. He was getting fucking agitated.
He was not the only one getting agitated. With these songs, everyone had started to catch on.
The women's gazes were murderous. Lord Lao wanted to die, but all he could do was say, close to tears, "Fine, I'll drink it!"
He picked up the sweet soup and downed it in one gulp. Damn it, all I did back then was save a little fox. How did this turn into something out of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio? Fuck.
Now that's more like it. Hu Xiaojing watched blankly from the side. Qin Fen almost wondered whether this thousand-year-old fox had spent all her cultivation on becoming a dog instead.
The other women were amused too. There really was a story here. Unfortunately, the cheerful atmosphere was soon broken, because Moon Rabbit's face was still bright red. She was anxious. After all this back and forth, why had they still not gotten around to solving her problem?
"Did it taste good?" Before Moon Rabbit could speak, Hu Xiaojing grew a little anxious. People were like that, especially sentimental women.
Lord Lao frowned. "It was all right!"
"As long as you liked it!" Hu Xiaojing's earlier gloom vanished.
"It was decent. Could you make the sweet soup less sweet next time?" Lord Lao offered his opinion, and everyone pursed their lips to hide their smiles.
The looks they gave the pair were strange. Some conveyed sudden understanding, others an