"A bird! A bird!"
Just as Yun Ran's words fell, a lively and cheerful voice came from the ornate box.
It was clearly a parrot mimicking speech!
Yun Ran shot a cold, murderous gaze at Nangong Mo, "You liar! Didn't you say inside was Shen Mubai's head? What's up? Did the head become a spirit and start talking on its own?"
The man coughed lightly, sporting a teasing grin, "Yun Xiaoran, what are you thinking? Rarely do spirits speak of strange things. When have you ever seen a human head cultivate into a spirit?"
"Why not? With enough determination, even pigs can become spirits!"
"..."
Nangong Mo pursed his thin lips, gazing at Yun Ran with a thoughtful expression, "Speaking of which, Yun Xiaoran, you're such a flirt! Could it be that you cultivated from a small grass into a spirit, transformed into a worldly beauty, intentionally here to beguile me?"
Yun Ran: "..."
[You bastard! Who are you calling grass?! You're the grass!]
