The night breeze was gentle.
In the direction of Dian Lake, a hint of fiery red still lingered in the sky.
Zhou Li sat on the balcony lounge chair, holding a piece of sour branch wood and a carving knife, carefully sculpting a little mouse.
Tuanzi stood on his stomach, her little feet equipped with paw pads like plum blossoms, making him itch. One of her paws occasionally reached forward to touch the not-yet-shaped little mouse, causing Zhou Li considerable trouble in his carving work.
"The knife might cut Lord Dumpling," Zhou Li frowned.
"It won't!" Tuanzi vehemently argued, "Lord Dumpling is a Great Demon, and Great Demons can't be cut by knives!"
"Impervious to swords and spears, huh?"
"Exactly! Just like that, MEOW!"
"Is that so..."
Zhou Li pretended to poke Tuanzi's little paw with the carving knife.
WHOOSH!
Tuanzi quickly withdrew her foot.
