Shen Weixi saw Xiange’s reaction, and imdiately felt a burst of amusent: Hey! There’s hope!
Let’s be honest, is there any handso man in the world who can accept the curse of baldness?
Shen Weixi raised her eyebrows triumphantly, laughing in a rather smug way, "Have you ever counted how many hairs you have? Losing eight hundred strands a day, when do you think you’ll go bald?"
Xiange: "..."
After a mont, he forced a smile, his voice sowhat stiff, "Miss Shen... you really know how to joke."
"Joke? I’m not joking! Recently, by a stroke of luck, I t a worldly guru and he taught a spell. Just take a piece of talisman paper, draw a circle, write your na on it, and chant ’hair be gone’ three tis every day. It works like magic."
"So, you’d better just tell the truth! Save yourself from becoming a bald handso young man!"
Shen Weixi spoke animatedly and triumphantly, those words ca easily without even blinking an eye.
Listening to this, Xiange’s mouth twitched slightly, remaining silent.
"Did Miss Shen learn this Immortal Technique in a dream?"
"Or perhaps, the worldly guru Miss Shen ntioned is actually a storyteller?"
"???
Upon hearing this, Shen Weixi pondered his aning. Was he mocking her for daydreaming and making up stories?
Though it was true, how could she admit it?
On the battlefield, morale is the most important! Lose anything but not the montum!
"You don’t believe it? How can you not believe it? Do you want to verify it yourself?"
"Do you believe I can take out a talisman right now to curse you so that your hair will leave you and never return?"
Xiange: "..."
Just as Xiange found himself speechless, uncertain of what to say, his savior arrived!
"Woof——"
A thunderous bark shattered the silence, echoing through the skies, scaring Shen Weixi into jumping three feet high!
A natural enemy! A nesis! What a misfortune!
Seeing the dog charging like a fierce tiger down the mountain or a hungry wolf attacking prey, Shen Weixi’s eyes twitched violently, and she imdiately turned on her heels and dashed away.
Her voice drifted in the wind:
"Xiange, just you wait! I will be back!!!"
Xiange: "..."
Looking speechlessly at her disappearing figure, Xiange quickly walked over to Nangong Mo, "Master, you are back."
Nangong Mo, having appeared there unbeknownst to anyone, sat leisurely, looking relaxed, with a smile of interest playing on his lips as he watched Shen Weixi being chased by the dog, screaming and running everywhere.
"Do you think anyone could really be that afraid of dogs? Trembling at the sight of one? It truly is amusing!"
Xiange quietly gazed up at the sky: You knew and still let the dog chase her? This seems less of an imitation of the master and more like your genuine self.
However, given his position as the master of the house and the unknown number of hidden eyes watching, Xiange refrained from showing disdain and instead replied respectfully:
"As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, for ten years one fears the rope. Perhaps she has deep psychological trauma, hence her fear."
...
At the secluded courtyard.
As the sun set, the sky was filled with clouds of red and gold from the sunset, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold.
Yun Ran stretched leisurely, marveling at how the day’s ti passed both leisurely and lengthily.
With Nangong Mo not around to disturb her, Yun Ran cald down and pondered over many things.
Especially the secret spell Nangong Mo possesses; she hadn’t noticed it before.
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