"Really?" A flush rose to Princess Baihua's face, and even her jade-like neck seemed to redden. She lowered her proudly raised head slightly, her cloudlike black hair fluttering in the wind, her fair chin resting against the ceremonial gown over her chest.
"Of course I was lying to you! How many truthful words could those Daoist priests possibly have in their mouths? If they weren't smooth-tongued, how would they fill their bellies?" Another cold voice came from within the gauze curtains of the painted boat. "If you don't believe me, tomorrow I'll catch a few Daoists on the streets of Tongzhu Kingdom and show you!"
Xiao Hua recognized that voice as well. It belonged to Ao Shuai, the East Sea Dragon Palace's Inspector.
Xiao Hua landed atop the painted boat and immediately saw the scene beyond the gauze. The boat was exceedingly uncluttered. Apart from four bright-red lanterns hanging around it, there were only several chairs. Two members of the Demon Race sat in those chairs. Xiao Hua was secretly puzzled. Strange! Why isn't Murong Congyun here?
But as soon as the thought arose, Xiao Hua frowned again. Even stranger. Murong Congyun never said she was coming to the auction. Why did I simply assume she would come? What does it have to do with this Xiao whether she can come or not? Why did I suddenly think of her?
"Xiao Hua..." Princess Baihua's voice suddenly became as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "Why aren't you answering this humble one's question? Are you... thinking about someone else?"
"How could that be?" Xiao Hua curled his lips and said, "This Xiao was merely wondering what the royal surname of Nüwa Country might be. Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang... that is far too difficult to guess, isn't it? It