Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou encountered a strange-looking turtle in the Lake.
It had horns on its head, and its enormous body was as large as a millstone.
More importantly, it had injured Bu Er.
Although Bu Er had not managed to put on the Water-Repelling Garment properly, with his and Jiang Zhizhou's combined abilities, a little water from the Lake could hardly trouble them.
Yet he had somehow been injured by that turtle of unknown origin.
"Where were you hurt?"
Learning that the turtle had injured Bu Er made Yang Qing extremely anxious.
Their supply of medicinal pills was almost exhausted. In this place, where everything grew so sparsely, medicinal herbs were hard to find, and medicinal powders and pills were even rarer.
If Bu Er was badly hurt, they would truly have a difficult situation on their hands.
Where was I hurt...
That perfectly ordinary question from Yang Qing brought a flicker of irritation to Bu Er's face.
Could I really tell him where I was hurt?
Yang Qing waited quite a while for Bu Er's answer, but he still said nothing. Looking puzzled, Yang Qing asked, "Bu Er, where exactly were you hurt? Was it serious?"
At Yang Qing's question, the flush on Bu Er's face grew even more obvious.
Standing beside him, Jiang Zhizhou saw that he did not know how to answer and chuckled. "When I first learned he was hurt, I was burning with anxiety too. But later, I felt better."
"Why?"
A mischievous smile curled Jiang Zhizhou's lips. He raised a hand and pointed at Bu Er's waist. "Our Bu Er nearly lost his chastity in his twilight years."
And to think a lecherous turtle had set its sights on him. Where was the justice in that?
Hearing this, Yang Qing looked over