You had to know that Tang San was hardly the only expert in poison on the continent. Perhaps because of what he had seen and learned in another life, Tang San surpassed the Dugu Family in his understanding of poisons, but before Tang San, Dugu Bo had been the strongest poison user on the continent. Drugging an utterly unguarded Little Cat was still effortless for him.
In Dugu Yan's mind, a man like Ning Bei would always have all sorts of women around him. Rather than letting him end up with women she did not get along with, it was better for her to pick out little sisters she found acceptable herself. She liked Zhu Zhuqing's personality very much—whether she liked something or not, it was all written plainly on her face, and she had very few schemes.
Something had clearly happened when the two of them last went to the Star Dou Great Forest. Otherwise, Little Cat would not have come back and refused to say a word about the Soul Hunting trip. After all, that had been the genuine hunt and killing of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. If it had been Little Rabbit or Ning Rongrong, either of them would have talked about it nonstop for ten days to half a month.
She could clearly tell that Zhu Zhuqing harbored affection for her man, but perhaps because of her presence, she had never dared reveal her feelings. Today was the perfect chance to give Little Cat a hand.
Opening her own room, Dugu Yan carried Little Cat to the bedside and gently laid her on the soft bed. Looking at the embarrassed, annoyed expression on the other girl's face, she only found it amusing, and the trace of sourness in her heart was replaced by wicked mischief.
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