That red fruit had just fallen into Zhao Wuya's hand when his stomach started growling, as if the fruit held some fatal allure for him.
"What a fragrant fruit."
Zhao Wuya sighed inwardly, then in three quick bites he stuffed the fruit into his mouth and started chomping away.
"Hey, hey, hey… how'd you start stealing fruit to eat… that's mine."
Yuan Buyu was closest to Zhao Wuya. He'd just been watching the spectacle with Li Yutang and Zhou Xuan, and then, hearing the "chomp, chomp" sounds, he hurriedly turned his head and saw Zhao Wuya wolfing down the fruit.
His heart twinged with pain.
This big red fruit brimming with Buddha energy—Yu Zhengyuan had no incense and couldn't eat it, so naturally the fruit belonged to him.
He was Zhou Xuan's master, after all.
But now——
"There's still the stem left." Seeing how heartbroken Yuan Buyu was over the fruit, Zhao Wuya stuck out his hand and shook the golden fruit stem he was holding.
"Damn it, spit it out for me."
