Stress Disorder from Not Getting Fried Chicken

Zhu Zhuqing gently shook her head.

"No, I'm fine, Sister."

"Phew... that's good. I have no idea where that rotten Penguin came from. You didn't see it—so many guards were all thrown into the sky.

And she was so fast! She could even drift around corners to accelerate. We almost couldn't keep up with her."

At the mention of that rotten Penguin, Zhu Zhuyun gritted her teeth in hatred. Since the day she was born, she had never been so embarrassed!

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze fell on Zhu Zhuyun, and she suddenly noticed something was off.

"Sister, why did you change clothes?"

When asked that, Zhu Zhuyun stiffened. She gave two dry coughs, her gaze darting away slightly.

"I... cough, cough... when I was thrown the first time, I fell into a pool. When I went back to call for help, I changed clothes along the way."

Zhu Zhuqing blinked her innocent eyes, looking doubtfully at Zhu Zhuyun's dry hair.

But when she remembered that her sister had never lied to her, she nodded and believed her.

"Sister, won't you catch a cold? Should Zhuqing find a physician?"

"Don't worry. Let's hurry home. Don't keep Father waiting too long."

"Mm!"

Zhu Zhuyun rubbed Zhu Zhuqing's hair.

"Little sister, in a few months, it'll be time for your Martial Soul awakening. Are you confident you can surpass your sister?"

"No... My talent probably isn't as good as yours..."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was muffled. Ever since she was little, everyone in the clan had praised her sister.

In comparison, she had always seemed utterly ordinary, and she had always needed her sister to protect her.

"It's all right. Even if your talent isn't good, your sister can protect you for the rest of your life."

Zhu Zhuyun reached out and pulled Zhu Zhuqing closer, her gaze filled with fierce protectiveness.

"Mm-hmm! I love Sister the most!"

The two sisters walked shoulder to shoulder along the street toward the Zhu Family.

The other guards, meanwhile, came to the guards lying unconscious in the alley.

One of them raised a huge slap.

Smack!

"Ah!! Who? Who hit me?!"

The guard on the ground shot upright.

"Stop sleeping and hurry up to find the other brothers who got thrown away. It'd be bad if some pervert picked them up."

The guard who had been slapped awake shook his head. Recalling how a round little Penguin had grabbed him and hurled him into the sky, he shuddered in lingering fear.

"Th-that monster?"

He anxiously looked around.

"She ran off ages ago. Look at how pathetic you are."

"Damn it! You weren't the one thrown into the sky, so of course you're not scared! Do you know what it feels like to be shoulder to shoulder with birds in midair?"

"All right, all right. Stop talking, coward."

"Kiss your mother!!"

Elsewhere.

Portraits of Evil Fat Guga were being posted all over Star Luo City.

"You there, child in front. Stop."

Hearing the voice, Lin Xiao and Ning Rongrong halted.

A patrol soldier approached with a portrait in hand.

"Kids, have you seen this penguin Spirit Beast?"

The portrait depicted a round, chubby Penguin.

Large words were written beneath it: Capture this Spirit Beast, reward of one thousand gold coins.

Lin Xiao kept a straight face and examined it carefully before shaking his head.

"No, we haven't seen it."

"Mm, all right."

The patrol soldier put away the portrait and was about to let them pass when his eyes swept over Lin Xiao's side. His brows suddenly rose.

"Eh?! Wait! What's with these two little shorties beside you?

They're about the same height. Raise your faces and let me see."

At that moment, Fat Guga and Maid Guga had covered their penguin feet with two pairs of oversized shoes.

They had also moved the penguin hats on their heads to the back.

At a glance, they looked exactly like little girls who were short from malnutrition, yet fat from having too much nutrition.

Ning Rongrong's palms were sweating. This was thrilling!

This was far more fun than playing house with Brother Lin Xiao and the Gugas!!

So fun! She loved it!!

"Guga..."

Fat Guga slowly raised her face.

She inhaled, puffing out both cheeks high while sticking out her tongue.

At the same time, one eye peered into heaven's gate, while the other pitied all living beings.

Holding the portrait, the patrol soldier repeatedly compared it with Fat Guga's face.

"Holy crap?! What an abstract-looking face. Who's this little girl?"

Lin Xiao's eyes immediately filled with tears as he hugged Fat Guga's head and wailed.

"Wuwuwu~ Sir, you don't understand. My little sister has been sick since she was young. If she can't eat fried chicken, she gets Stress Disorder."

The patrol soldier scratched his head, utterly confused.

"She gets Stress Disorder if she can't eat fried chicken? What kind of strange name is that?"

"As the name implies, whenever my little sister doesn't get to eat a chicken leg, her entire body swells up, and her facial muscles go out of control."

As Lin Xiao spoke, he pinched Fat Guga's big belly.

"Duang~ Duang~"

"You think this is fat, but it's actually all swollen!! And that big head—have you ever seen a normal person whose head is the same size as their body?"

The patrol soldier nodded in agreement, then revealed a sympathetic expression.

"Sigh... poor kid. It can't be easy, taking care of two sick little sisters all by yourself, right?"

"Wuwuwuwu~ That's right. We haven't eaten for three days, all so we could save money to find a way to cure them.

As long as they can get better, I could die without regrets!"

Lin Xiao wiped his eyes with his sleeve, his shoulders trembling as he kept sobbing.

Fat Guga also used her signature skill.

Her belly instantly trembled as though it were a drum being beaten.

"Guuuuu~~~"

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, covering her face tightly with both little hands. Her body trembled slightly as well.

The patrol soldier only assumed that she was crying in sorrow.

The muscles on the patrol soldier's face immediately twisted together, tears streaming down his face.

"Good child! Your uncle may not be capable of much, but I can't stand seeing people suffer like this!"

He patted himself down, pulled out a bag of gold coins from inside his clothes, and stuffed it directly into Lin Xiao's arms.

"This is your uncle's private savings. Take it and buy chicken legs for your sisters! No matter who suffers, children mustn't suffer!"

"Thank you, Uncle! May good people be blessed all their lives!"

Lin Xiao repeatedly thanked him while clutching the money pouch.

The patrol soldier waved his hand and turned to leave. He was afraid that if he kept looking, he really would not be able to resist adopting them.

Only after the patrol soldier had gone far away did Fat Guga and Maid Guga rub their sore little round faces.

"Guga! Boss, I never thought we could make money too, guga!"

Lin Xiao weighed the heavy money pouch in his hand.

"Mm, he's a good man. Once we get back, we'll have Daoist Guga perform rites for him... ah, ptooey! I mean, pray for blessings."

Ning Rongrong, standing beside them, could no longer hold it in and giggled.

"Brother Lin Xiao, how did you keep yourselves from laughing? Rongrong almost couldn't hold it in, hahahaha~"

Lin Xiao put away the money pouch.

"Life is like a play; it all depends on acting. All right, let's hurry and find Bone Grandpa."

"Mm-hmm! Brother Lin Xiao, can you take Rongrong out to play again in the future?"

"Aren't you going to play house anymore?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head like a rattle drum, excitement still hidden in her eyes.

"Playing house isn't fun. Rongrong has grown up already—she wants to play big kids' games!"

"..."

Lin Xiao was somewhat speechless.

Could obedient Ning Rongrong turn into a little witch early because of this?

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples, prepare to welcome your queen...