Li Sui sat in Zuo Qiuyong's study, devouring the flesh with big bites, while teasing the ink monkey sleeping in the pen holder, and didn't forget to take out the three clay figurines to play with.
"Dad, don't worry, I'm doing well here. Aunt is a good person, she takes good care of me. I'll wait for you obediently. A hundred and eighty years is... how many months again?" Li Huowang talked to the clay figurine to amuse himself.
Just as Li Sui put down the flesh and was counting numbers with tentacles, there was a "pop" sound. The lanterns all went out, and the room instantly plunged into darkness.
"Hmm? What's going on?" Before Li Sui could react, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and, in the next instant, her delicate head as the An Ping Princess flew up.
Just as the dozen or so tentacles wriggled quickly out of the cut, Li Sui's body was violently knocked away.
