As Li Guanyi's voice fell, Changsun Wuchou had already solemnly saluted, turned around, and quickly walked out. The young Lord strolled out, wherever he went, not only did the soldiers salute respectfully, but the passing civilians were also extremely respectful.
Yet, this young Lord did not have any airs, nor did he accept the freshly picked fruits from the civilians. Even the Qilin, whose mouth watered, was deterred by Li Guanyi's gaze. The Little Qilin mumbled: "A gentleman loves fruit, but acquires it righteously."
"To eat or not to eat."
He suddenly stiffened.
The Little Qilin slapped his own mouth, gritted his teeth, and then became extremely dejected: "Damn it, that Old Qilin is still chasing me!"
Li Guanyi laughed and said: "Have you had enough of the good fruits these days?"
The Little Qilin instinctively replied: "This hundred years..."
He immediately regretted it, and slammed his paws on the ground, murmuring:
"No! I've had enough, truly enough!"
