The steamed buns and dumplings were stunned by Lan Wanyi's remarks.
The Sacred Supreme isn't a fool, how could they not distinguish between eight heads and seven?
"It's fine, it's fine. If Master really asks, just say this nine-colored celestial deer was too naughty, tried to escape, and ended up accidentally getting killed by a slap from Senior Brother Qingyuan. I thought it would be too wasteful to just bury it, so I decided to roast it and eat it." As she spoke, Wang Licui poked the nine-colored celestial deer meat with a skewer, saw that it easily pierced through, and her eyes lit up, "It's done, we can eat now."
Just as she finished speaking, a bitter laugh was heard approaching leisurely: "Little Junior Sister, how did I, Qingyuan, accidentally offend you to the point where I must bear this blame for no reason?"
As he spoke, a spatial ripple swept across not far away, and soon, a handsome young gentleman stepped out from it, arriving next to Wang Licui.
