Chapter 212 Chou Wants To Go Out!
However, the battle ended before it even started. Li Meirong blocked the pair from advancing on each other with her arm barricading the path.
Li Meirong’s face blackened and her voice turned dangerously low, "Didn’t I say that I don’t allow fighting between ourselves unless it’s for training?!"
The Pitcher Plant Boy and The Turtle Demoness’s aggressions had rapidly been brought to a halt. The pair gulped down simultaneously and stared at their furious master with guilty expressions etched across their faces.
Li Meirong had indeed set a few rules for them to abide by, but they had still been bickering since day one. However, this was the first time that they nearly battled in front of their master.
’Oh no... Master is our most important food source! We can’t let her get mad!’
Feng Huang and Chou had one thing in common. They were strict believers of the saying, "don’t bite the hand that feeds you," quite literally so.
Not even a minute passed before Chou grabbed Feng Huang in his small arms and nervously giggled, "Chou is simply helping Junior Turtle with her cultivation!"
Feng Huang assisted with the act, "Y-yeah. I need a few pointers..."
"..." Said Li Meirong, the scowl didn’t disappear from her face.
"Umm, Master," Chou carelessly shoved Feng Huang aside, seeing as the ongoing friendly pretense didn’t seem to make much of a difference with his master. He tugged on the hem of Li Meirong’s robe, "Chou is sorry for calling Master a Studhorse. Master is definitely not like that stupid Mo Cheng. Also, Chou wants to go out of the dimension with Master this time!"
Feng Huang sent a death glare to the stupid Pitcher Plant Boy after being pushed away so unceremoniously and quickly announced, "If he’s going, I’m going too!"
Li Meirong sighed and pinched the space between her brows. She came in for some peace and quiet, and instead, she ended up dealing with her spirit pets’ temper tantrums, as well as discovering that her potential boyfriend might have possibly been gay this whole time.
"Master, are you alright?" Snowball stepped forward and asked with concern.
Li Meirong turned to stare at Snowball’s bright golden eyes, her lips curved upwards at the thought, ’At least I have my lovely Snowball to depend on.’