After that succession of shocks and scares, Lü Kong felt as though a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. The drunkenness that had welled up inside him vanished without a trace, leaving him utterly sober.
He stood rooted to the spot, his face alternating between green and white. His heart churned like a storm-tossed sea, filled with nothing but endless regret and dread.
He had truly lost a handful of rice trying to steal a chicken. Not only had he gained nothing, he had personally handed over his most treasured possession, making a public fool of himself and ending up utterly humiliated.
Remembering his drunken arrogance and disgraceful behavior, he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground. Gritting his teeth inwardly, he swore never to touch another drop of alcohol, to keep a firm rein on his words and deeds, and never again to make such an irreparable mistake in a moment of foolishness.
While Lü Kong was drowning in self-reproach and panic, a sharp, clear shout, brimming with fury, suddenly tore through the air and struck his ears:
"Hey! Lü Kong, you scoundrel, what are you standing there for?
Frozen stiff as a wooden chicken-don't tell me you're scared?
If you have any guts, fight another three hundred rounds with me!"
Lü Kong's heart clenched, and he hurriedly looked up.
Zhou Duoduo held a long saber a good deal taller than she was, its blade gleaming coldly as she pointed it at him with fierce aggression. Defiant spirit filled her brow, and she looked determined not to stop until she had thoroughly taught him a lesson.
She had long since flung Lu Yuyao's gentle attempts to reason with her beyond the ninth heaven, taking none of them to