Seeing Wenlong act like that, Liuliu stamped her feet in fury. "I'm not talking to you anymore, blockhead, blockhead, blockhead!" With that, she ran off.
Wenlong looked helpless. Was she saying the important thing three times? It wasn't that I didn't understand what she meant, but we're still young.
He sighed softly and looked at the ugly little pouch in his hand. He suspected Liuliu had never learned needlework or embroidery and had barely managed to make it.
He put away the little pouch, then went into town to buy necessities for surviving in the wilderness.
He needed to buy more this time, since he had no idea when he would return.
He did not want to run short of anything and have to find another town to stock up. Better to be prepared than caught off guard.
Both his storage spaces were empty anyway, so there was no harm in putting more things in them.
Early the next morning, a long streak cut across the sky, heading straight southwest toward the Death Forest.
On the city wall, a girl dressed in white watched Wenlong fly away. She called out loudly, "Wenlong, come back safely!"
Tears slid down her face of their own accord, leaving Liuliu stunned. I'm not heartbroken or upset, so why won't the tears stop flowing?
Some distance away, a white-haired old man could not help sighing inwardly. My foolish girl, he's a great roc soaring through the heavens. Sooner or later, this little pond called the Azure Dragon Continent won't be able to hold him. Stop dreaming.
The white-haired old man was Liuliu's grandfather. All the younger descendants of his Liu family were boys; Liuliu was their only girl.
Doting on his granddaughter, the old man had always watched over her in secret, afraid someone might