Fine Horses and Ornate Carriages, Fragrance Filling the Road~~

What the hell was that?!

S-S-Save me!

At the critical moment, Qin Xiaomeng descended from the sky like a god. With lightning speed, he flicked the black spider away, then... collapsed onto the ground.

Jing Xiaoyi was scared to tears, and Qin Xiaomeng... was scared to tears too!

He cried even harder than Jing Xiaoyi did!

So hard that Jing Xiaoyi instantly forgot to cry and just stared blankly at Qin Xiaomeng.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qin Xiaomeng cared about his pride and ignored him.

But clever Jing Xiaoyi still figured it out.

"You're afraid of bugs, aren't you?"

Qin Xiaomeng shoved Jing Xiaoyi flat onto his face.

How awkward! Jing Xiaoyi's fall hurt, but he didn't blame Qin Xiaomeng. He knew Qin Xiaomeng was just embarrassed.

"Actually, I'm afraid of bugs too."

Qin Xiaomeng still ignored him.

"Really!"

Qin Xiaomeng said between sobs, "You can be afraid, but I can't! I'm going to be a soldier someday! How can a soldier have something he's afraid of?"

That was true. After hearing Qin Xiaomeng's words, Jing Xiaoyi began worrying too.

He had to think of something. He liked how Qin Xiaomeng was full of energy, brave, and invincible. Since Qin Xiaomeng didn't want the weakness of being afraid of bugs, Jing Xiaoyi had to find a way to help him overcome it!

"I've got it!"

An idea struck Jing Xiaoyi.

He told Qin Xiaomeng to stay put, then burrowed into the grass and vanished.

Qin Xiaomeng waited for a while, but Jing Xiaoyi still didn't return, so he gloomily prepared to leave.

Just then, Jing Xiaoyi came back, clutching several kinds of bugs in his hands.

There were grasshoppers, praying mantises, and cicadas.

Qin Xiaomeng's face changed dramatically. He retreated at top speed, putting a good twenty feet between them.

With a saintly smile on his face, Jing Xiaoyi said, "Let's build a fire, roast them, and split them between us. Maybe then you won't be afraid of them anymore."

Qin Xiaomeng was stunned.

The story ended abruptly there. The comic wasn't very long and didn't have many panels, but it conveyed quite a lot. With only a few brief lines, it told the story clearly. In the lower-right corner of the final panel was a tiny line of text—

[To be continued... P.S.: Any fan who comments or reposts may be selected to receive a mysterious grand prize!] "I have to say, Eagle Bro, when I first saw it, I thought Eagle Bro's wife's drawing skills were just... wow. But after reading the whole thing, why do I feel like I've been brainwashed? It's ugly-cute, ugly-cute. The style's kind of adorable! How could he stop at such a crucial point? No, I have to demand an update!"

"Are you really afraid of bugs, Eagle Bro? I feel like I've learned some incredible secret... Brothers, if I die, you have to remember to burn the ending of this story for me! Don't forget! Absolutely don't forget!"

"Say no more. Let us encourage each other."

"No wonder Eagle Bro's wife is so devoted to Eagle Bro. So they had this kind of ill-fated romance in the past... Sigh, I've already imagined a long epic about Eagle Bro abandoning him after messing around."

Qin Meng: "...Shut the hell up, all of you!"

Luckily, this was Reverse Order's headquarters. If it had been anywhere ordinary, those four men possessed by gossiping old ladies would definitely have been killed by an enraged and humiliated Eagle Bro.

Meanwhile, Jing Yi tossed the pictures out of mind after uploading them and focused on decorating his new home.

He ordered plenty of suitable semi-finished goods and asked the sellers to deliver them as quickly as possible. Without wasting time, he got to work with what he already had.

He made several sofa cushions and throw pillows in different patterns. Their only common feature was their warm-toned base colors, making them look soft and comforting.

He wove several wicker baskets in different styles. Some were filled with flowers and grass, some were used to store odds and ends, and some held leftover pastries...

After finishing all that, the sky had finally begun to darken. Once he trained his spiritual power for another two hours, he could go to bed and rest.

Before cultivating his spiritual power, he checked his homepage. Being an internet celebrity was one of his careers, so he had to be as responsible as possible—for example, remembering to regularly look over his fans' comments and feedback.

After clicking in, he discovered that his comment section had been flooded by a single sentence.

"Hehe, you cliffhanger bastard! Where's the rest? Hand it over, hand it over!"

Hehe, how naive! If he didn't leave them hanging on a perfect cliffhanger, would these little goblins wait so anxiously for an update?

Jing Yi curled his lips into a smile like an evil final boss and scrolled farther back through the comments. Aside from demands for updates, the most frequent phrases were: "ugly-cute, ugly-cute," "I've been brainwashed," "They didn't really eat those bugs, did they?" "It's kind of gross, but why does it suddenly feel a little exciting?" "Is my major really afraid of bugs? He cried so pathetically—why am I not disillusioned, but instead think he's even cuter?" "My aesthetic sense has been warped, save me"...

Just as Jing Yi had expected.

How confident was he? Although there were always mediocre people telling him that his art style was practically demonic, Jing Yi never took it to heart. Sometimes, excellence was an attitude—a conviction born solely from one's own heart. Wasn't Van Gogh misunderstood in his day as well? But time would give him the fairness he deserved. Great art never decayed!