Ouyang Xueqing wanted to chase after him. The corner of her mouth twitched in exasperation at his sudden antics. Thus, following Furball's trail, she went deeper into the forest, pushing the stray branches in front of her swiftly, distressed, she called out. "Hey, Furball, do you hear me? Come here ah! What do you mean by that?"
But alas, at that exact moment, Ouyang Xueqing's ultimate rotten luck skill was activated again.
It was always like this. If there's one rotten egg among one hundred eggs in one basket, she would always be able to pick the spoiled one accurately. Even if in front of her laid a smooth road without any pebble or hole, Heaven would always be able to drop something so that she would trip.
This time was no different.
Ouyang Xueqing had no idea that Furball had long gone away into a different path. Thus, the distance between them grew further and further.
