"That Dark-Skinned Boy's heart is blacker than his face. But I like him."
His beautiful master, Feng Xian'er, whose mind had been wandering the great void, slowly opened her eyes.
With her divine sense power, how could she have failed to see that both of Lin Shisan's number tags had been tampered with?
Whichever number tag Lin Shisan took, it would be blank.
She simply hadn't expected Lin Shisan to give the first number tag to the honest, simple, good-natured Niu Geng, dragging him into it.
They really were two oxen of a kind, equally slow-witted.
What surprised her, though, was that Lin Shisan had brought the number tag to her, and even made a small windfall out of it.
If you couldn't win a fight, go get your elders. He had perfectly embodied her creed in life.
Her gaze flickered as she looked toward Zhang Mazi, seated high above.
A restrained gleam surfaced in his calm eyes.
Every so often, he also glanced toward his disciple Guan Yue, who had lifted a rock only to smash his own foot.
What an utter fool, daring to play tricks in front of Feng Xian'er. She had seen everything that had just happened.
With all his scheming, how could Zhang Mazi not know that Guan Yue was the instigator?
Otherwise, why would Feng Xian'er have let Junior Brother Jin, who had carried out the dirty work, off so easily? She hadn't wanted to implicate the innocent.
"Squeak, squeak..."
The uneasy Guan Yue suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead.
A thumb-sized mark abruptly appeared.
Amid specks of golden light, thin threads of blood seeped out.
When he looked again, the mark was actually changing on its own.
It soon became a black dog's head, and even seemed to bark twice.
Needless