How about...
Touching it? Just once?
As long as he made the bell ring.
Really!
This venerable one guaranteed it.
Thought after thought surfaced in his heart, making it all so agonizing.
In the end...
Whoosh!
An afterimage flashed as Fang Yang suddenly leaped up, his furry paw striking the bell.
Jingle!
The bell rang!
At that moment, Fang Yang felt as though his soul had exploded. A tangy, tasteless sensation of utter clarity coursed through his whole body.
Another hundred million times!
Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped up again, his paws batting at the bell nonstop.
Jingle!
Jingle!
Inside the black jade Flying Carriage, the bell rang incessantly as a snow-white cat bounced up and down.
One moment he batted at the bell, the next he played with the ball of yarn on the floor, keeping himself delightfully busy.
Outside the black jade Flying Carriage, Ye Qinghong and Guan Qinghan frowned simultaneously and looked toward it.
Both seemed puzzled.
They remembered very clearly that the Demon Venerable usually preferred peace and quiet and disliked commotion. Why was there such a racket inside the Flying Carriage? Could that White Snow Lion Cat be moving around?
Why wasn't the Demon Venerable stopping it?
The two pondered for a long time without finding an answer. In the end, they simply stopped thinking about such nonsense, exchanged a murderous glance, and continued guarding the black jade Flying Carriage.
Only the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King glanced toward the Flying Carriage, gritting her teeth.
"Burning Cat, you're tempting that demon again!"
Her eyes brimmed with anger, a hint of imperiousness showing in her Phoenix Eyes.
In her view, this Burning Cat had grown increasingly bold lately and was now openly trying to steal her man!
The commotion inside the Flying Carriage