Why Is This Little One So Strong?

By the time they returned to Linyuan Pavilion, darkness had fallen, and everyone was exhausted.

Xiao Wu scooped up Xuanwu Guga. "Little Xuanwu is sleeping with me tonight!" Then she vanished.

At some point, Jade Guga had burrowed into Zhu Zhuqing's arms. She curled into a ball, her little leaves drooping, as Zhu Zhuqing carried her to her room.

Lin Yuan led the remaining five Gugas toward his room. It was Golden Mastiff Guga's first time at Linyuan Pavilion. She held her head high and looked everywhere, taking in the corridor pillars, stone railings, and courtyard. The black ghost-face pattern on her hat bobbed with every movement.

"So this is your home? Guga."

Lin Yuan reached out and stroked her head. "From now on, it's your home too."

Golden Mastiff Guga turned her head away.

"It's all right. Just barely good enough for me, Guga."

Lin Yuan pushed open the door. Ten little beds stood against the wall, each half as tall as a person, lined with thick cushions and stuffed with soft pillows. The six Gugas' beds each had their own decorations, but they shared one thing: piles of snack jars beside them.

Golden Mastiff Guga circled the four empty beds, chose the one farthest in, and flopped onto it.

"This one's mine, Guga."

Night deepened, and the lights of Linyuan Pavilion went out one by one.

Early the next morning, Linyuan Pavilion's main hall was bustling. Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi sat to one side drinking tea. Dugu Bo leaned back in his chair with a teacup in hand, while Yang Wudi, Bai He, and Niu Gao sat together chatting. Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin had come to see Ning Rongrong, and the group had spent the whole morning talking in the hall.

Ning Rongrong sat beside Ning