The inn.
After a whole journey of rushing about, Winter Melon had also endured Cui Hao's endless, rambling questions the entire way. Some of them she had truly wanted to answer properly with her fists.
What did he mean, if a Blood Qi Evil Cultivator controlled blood qi to attack her, did that count as her blood merging with the Evil Cultivator's?
And in that case, did their blood count as sharing the same source? Surely calling the Blood Qi Evil Cultivator "big brother" wouldn't be going too far?
If the Blood Qi Evil Cultivator sucked up pig's blood before attacking someone, did that count as merging with pig's blood?
His questions were so bizarre that she wanted nothing more than to pry open his skull and see whether someone had replaced its contents with a pig's brain.
Was this man incapable of speaking without taking a jab at someone?
Did he have to chase after people's sore spots and hammer away at them?
With a mouth like that, how had he managed to stay alive this long?
When they got out to find lodging, Winter Melon looked at Cui Hao's still-unsatisfied expression and breathed a deep sigh of relief inwardly-at least she wouldn't have to listen to his prattle now.
Winter Melon decisively paid for three rooms, one each for Cui Hao and Lin Luoyu, while she booked only one for herself on the grounds that she needed to monitor Watermelon's condition.
Since the place was rather remote, the accommodations weren't very good. They were merely habitable.
But to Winter Melon at that moment, anywhere without Cui Hao's incessant chatter was heaven on earth.
Winter Melon shut the door, then took out a talisman and stuck it on the door before turning her gaze to the half of Watermelon