He believed that his master would return one day.
With him guarding the Killing Alliance for his master, who would dare to mess with their Little Princess faction...
No matter who it was, if they encountered Buddha, they'd kill Buddha, if they met a demon, they'd slay the demon!
Nan Jiaojiao arrived at Mist Garden at six in the morning the next day; for someone suffering from severe laziness like her, getting up this early was pure torture, and she wore a sour expression all the way to Mist Garden.
The drunkards in the two rooms were still asleep, with the doors not closed, and their snoring sounded like a symphony orchestra.
Too lazy to wake each one by one, Nan Jiaojiao went to the kitchen, grabbed a basin and a rolling pin, and banged them at the doorway.
Chu Yao sat up suddenly without even opening her eyes, and shouted,"It's on fire, it's on fire!! Hurry, save the liquor!! Save the liquor!!"
"It's on fire?! Where's the fire! Damn it, my herbs!"
