When Shao Zifeng got home, his mother was still not awake, but the cats and dogs on the east wall opened their eyes alertly, curiously watching Shao Zifeng.
He made a shushing gesture to them and tiptoed into his own room.
Qiqi, who had waited for him all night, was crouched on the roof with her little hands, and once she saw Shao Zifeng return safely, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Getting up and shaking off the annoying dew, Qiqi hopped down and scampered into his mother's room in a puff of smoke.
…
He placed his blood-stained backpack by the bed—that thing was packed with a ton of loot.
Shao Zifeng summoned the little deer and Lingling, planning to unbox with them and witness his own birth as a loot god.
When it came to unboxing, Shao Zifeng had never chickened out—there was nothing that a 648-pull couldn't solve, and if there was, it just meant you hadn't spent enough.
But Qiuqiu wasn't by his side, and he didn't know why it was taking so long to come out this time.
