Rascal Corpse's grumpy temper, Xin Lin has also figured out some tricks.
The angrier she gets, the prouder he acts; the calmer she stays, the more he puffs up and glares.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Little did she know, Gui Hu sneered coldly. He had been wary of Little Budian for a long time; small in size but big in schemes, that's indeed her.
After suffering a few losses, Gui Hu had learned his lessons.
Xin Lin was so young, yet full of tricks, probably learning mischiefs from the womb.
Hmph! He! Will! Not! Be! Fooled!
Xin Lin rolled her eyes. This Rascal Corpse was becoming less and less adorable, actually becoming smart.
For Little Xinzhuo's sake, she decided not to hold it against him.
Seeing that it was still early, and although the burial mound was remote, it was rarely frequented by people, so Xin Lin did not have to worry about being recognized.
She found a spot, sat down cross-legged, and took out the Martial Arts Extreme Scripture.
