"Hey, stop arguing! I'm the one who ate the most, alright?"
Xiao Luo found the incessant arguing annoying and slammed his hands on the table in exasperation. To see them fight over such a trivial topic, he finally understood what the expression, "nothing better to do after eating," meant.
Ghost and Duck Emperor stopped bickering instantly. When they compared the pile of bones that resembled a mini mountain in front of them and looked at Xiao Luo's side of the table—it was that much less cluttered. It made them slightly embarrassed.
That night, Ghost and Duck Emperor were fast asleep on their beds, while Xiao Luo sat down and leaned against the window frame. He stared vacantly into the night sky outside.
It was now already almost a month since his wife, Su Li, had been abducted. Just how was she coping? Had she recovered her memories and assumed the role of a high and mighty Holy Ruler of Arcana Land? Or was she suffering in endless pain?
