Chapter 161

He Zhizhou pitifully curled up in a corner, desperately dodging, his expression filled with agony.

“What do you mean ‘first hug’? Your first… wasn’t it with that Xiao Taohua girl?”

“You don’t understand; Xiao Taohua is—”

Halfway through his sentence, he clamped his mouth shut fiercely and acted like Rong Mama when she was being acupunctured in the small, dark room. He started kicking his legs like a spoiled child and continued to push the mirror ghost in the direction of He Zhizhou: “I don’t care! It’s all your fault! My innocence is gone, and you can’t keep it either!”

The poor mirror ghost, being pushed back and forth, cried out in confusion, tossed between their arms like a little boat in the wind, its eyes full of helplessness and bewilderment.

The elders were stunned to see the two disciples engaging in such antics in a dark room.

Tian Xianzi: …

Tian Xianzi’s face was filled with horror.

A Wanjian Sect elder, noticing his strange expression, approached to mock him, but when he looked up, he saw Ye Zongheng of his own sect standing there, equally dumbfounded.

He Xiaochen blushed and hesitated.

“This… It’s so tragic outside; what are these two doing? What first time? What..what’s taking away each other’s innocence?”

“So tragic! The Fox clan is so tragic!”

Lin Qian covered her face with her hands, unable to bear watching any longer. “Elder Tian Xianzi, just beat the child to death; don’t let him live!”

Ji Yunkai, who was lying on the table writing in his diary, bit his brush thoughtfully and wrote earnestly: [ Ye Zongheng had been a virgin for many years, but He Zhizhou took advantage of his unpreparedness and took away his virginity——]

He paused, pondering seriously what word should follow the “first” in He Zhizhou’s sentence: hug, report, leap, burst…

Qu Feiqing remained silent for a moment before suggesting, “Perhaps… we should look at someone else?”

Whenever He Zhizhou appeared in the mystic mirror, trouble was bound to follow. Tian Xianzi agreed wholeheartedly, quickly stepping forward to turn the mirror.

This time, the scene focused on Pei Ji, who had left the waterfall and arrived at the fox clan’s village, holding a still-sleeping Ning Ning.

By coincidence, just as the young man entered the village, he heard the intermittent sound of donkey and sheep querreling from inside a house. Following the sound, he encountered a bruised and battered He Zhizhou and Ye Zongheng coming out.

He Zhizhou, clearly having fought with the latter, looked tearfully at his fellow disciple. It was as if he had been undercover for many years and had finally met up with the organization, almost lunging into Pei Ji’s arms. “Junior Brother Pei—! What happened to Ning Ning?”

“Senior Sister is asleep.”

Pei Ji showed no interest in the two, replying indifferently, “I brought her to the village to rest.”

“Ah, isn’t this our old acquaintance!”

He Zhizhou’s eyes immediately locked onto the figure tied up behind Pei Ji, grinning smugly as he swaggered over to Qi Han.

“The Demon Lord, why are you here too?”

Qi Han’s eye twitched, and he habitually replied with bravado, “I wasn’t captured in defeat; it’s just… special interests. You wouldn’t understand.”

As he spoke, Ning Ning moved slightly, seemingly bothered by the light from the eternal lamp at the door. She furrowed her brows subconsciously.

Pei Ji’s expression remained unchanged as he gently shifted her inward, shielding her from the light and burying her face in his chest.

Ye Zongheng, sporting a panda-like eye, thoughtfully cleared his throat. “You two…”

Pei Ji remained silent, while outside the mystic mirror, Lin Qian burst into a loud, strange laugh, clutching Qu Feiqing’s neck and responding on his behalf.

“Yes, yes, yes! They are exactly what you think! Hehehehehe!”

Qu Feiqing, shaken by her laughter, turned to Ji Yunkai beside her and chuckled softly.

“She is really crazy.”

Unexpectedly, Ji Yunkai was also laughing foolishly at the scene in the mirror, his eyes reduced to slits. He laughed while speaking to her, “Pei Ji is learning quickly. Three times a night, do you think he’s become addicted to hugging?”

He Xiaochen, munching on melon seeds, showed a somewhat regretful expression.

“It’s a pity that once the trial is over, without the mystic mirrors, it will be hard to see these kids again.”

Tian Xianzi rubbed his hands and chuckled.

“No worries, no worries. How about Master He defects to our Xuanxu Sword Sect and becomes an elder? Not only can you continue to enjoy these wonderful stories, but you also get a 50% discount on your monthly salary.”

He Xiaochen hesitated for a moment before waving his hand.

“This… doesn’t seem right.”

Qu Feiqing: …

So what on earth are you guys discussing? Master He, you hesitated just now, didn’t you! What kind of people are you!