After lighting the incense, Yang Chan held her breath and tiptoed over to the cloud bed.
As she watched Gungun sleeping soundly on the bed, she could not help marveling inwardly once again. To think that the mighty Heavenly Emperor slept in such an undignified manner-it really made her eyes pop.
Then she held the Spirit-Questioning Incense near Gungun's nose.
Catching the scent, Gungun raised a paw. Yang Chan immediately pulled the incense back, only to see him rub his nose with his paw, lower it, and continue sleeping soundly. She breathed a sigh of relief, then held the incense out again.
Gungun rubbed his nose again when he caught the scent. After this happened several times, he finally let out an achoo and sneezed, then rolled onto his side to face Yang Chan.
His sudden turn gave Yang Chan a terrible fright. Fortunately, he had not woken up.
Yang Chan patted her chest, her whole body taut with nerves. Then she crouched down, leaned close to Gungun's large head, and asked softly, "Heavenly Emperor, do you know... how Yao Ji died?"
"Mmm..." Gungun parted his mouth slightly and licked his lips, then muttered very quietly, sounding utterly drained, "I know. Haotian killed her."
With that, Gungun rolled over again, pointing his backside at Yang Chan once more. Worse still, pfft-he suddenly farted, making her expression change at once.
You...
Never in her life had anyone farted in her face before. Yang Chan felt as sick as though she had swallowed a fly. She raised her hand to hit Gungun, but restrained herself.
Fortunately, she had been holding her breath all along. Otherwise...
Hmph! Yang Chan snorted inwardly, though she also felt a faint surge of delight. It seemed the Heavenly Emperor had already fallen under the effects of her