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She reflected carefully, her suspicion on the expression Tai Yan had given her as she said her final words to her; she had felt that the expression was off, and now as she thought about it, it still felt off. Didn't the kind of martial arts that Zhangsun Wuji practiced have some kind of hypnosis technique? Had Tai Yan hypnotized her back then?

That was why she had stopped halfway and did not make a move, it was because she had controlled a part of her mind and relaxed her wariness, and then using her to attack Zhangsun Wuji before sneaking an attack—she should have thought of it; a master who could train someone like Zhangsun Wuji, why wouldn't Tai Yan have any malicious intent? It was due to her own stupidity, assuming that a lack of battle experience meant a lack of wisdom. She was such an incorrigible pig!

After thinking through everything, Meng Little Pig felt that there was nothing that could be repaired. How could she repay the hole in Zhangsun Wuji's back? She caused him to get hurt… She caused him to get hurt… The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to just end herself; was the meaning of her existence to hurt him in both body and heart?

Meng Fuyao stared at the moon sorrowfully, once again raising her cup lazily and toasting, ”Chang Er, you damned girl, who asked to run? To run to the moon? To cross through time and space? Now you can't come back, can't you? You can't go back, and you still destroyed other people's lives, from a general to a monk, don't you have any sense of guilt?”

”What are you talking about?” Someone had sat down beside her and snatched her wine jar away, taking a swig as she laughed. ”All the wine at home has been drunk by you, now I don't have any left to drink.”

”Home?” Meng Fuyao's eyes were expressionless as she slurred, ”I don't have a home.”

”Meng Fuyao, home is where the heart is.” Ya Lanzhu turned around, her eyes gleaming brightly in the darkness as she continued, ”You home is right here.”

”Ha—” Meng Fuyao snorted drily.

”Even if you refuse to admit it,” Ya Lanzhu shook her head exasperatedly, ”Who was the one who carried a bloodied up Zhangsun Wuji and stumbled into the house, looking like a ghost, shouting for Zong Yue until her voice was hoarse, scaring the wits out of me thinking that you'd both committed suicide. Meng Fuyao, I should have drawn how you looked like then, see if you can continue to be stubborn after that.”

Meng Fuyao remained silent, and after a long moment, she grasped a handful of her unruly hair.

”Damnit are you looking for a fight—”

”Looking for a fight your head.” Ya Lanzhu tapped her head with the wine jar and said, ”Do you remember what you said to me previously, live in the moment? Live in the moment!”

”After hurting someone, I can never live in the moment but only live in the past—” Meng Fuyao wailed.

Ya Lanzhu couldn't stand it any longer and stood up. With one foot, she kicked a hole in the roof and then, she proceeded to kick Meng Fuyao.

There was a bout of thunderous sounds accompanied by loud cursing before suddenly becoming quiet as though the mouth that was cursing had suddenly been blocked.

Ya Lanzhu squatted down and peered through the hole as she shouted unapologetically, ”Zhangsun Wuji you didn't get hurt, did you? I've handed the person in denial who's been drinking on your roof to you, receive her well…”

Meng Fuyao rolled down.

Ya Lanzhu's kick was sudden and vicious, and given her drunkenness, she fell down in the ugliest manner with her arms and legs flailing.

Fortunately, in her drunken stupor, she still remembered that the one below was Zhangsun Wuji and that he was injured, and so did not fall on him.

Halfway in the air, she flipped, stepping onto a stool before leaping back up. It was probably better that she slept on the roof, she hadn't thought of how to face Zhangsun Wuji yet.

However, the stool suddenly broke.

Meng Fuyao stepped into the air as she flipped in alarm, reaching out to grab the pillar only to have an additional white ball on the pillar.

Two round eyes stared back at her, seething with hatred as it turned back and launched at her. 'I scratch! I scratch! I scratch! I scratch! Scratch! Scratch!”

”Bam!”

Sugar-filled claws scratched at Meng Fuyao's face, viciously scratching at the drunken coward.