"Boom," Nian Shutong struck, missing the Werewolf, and the blow landed in the creek.
A water curtain tens of meters high was thrown up and then crashed down mightily.
She landed on her feet and looked at the confused Werewolf across and asked, "Why aren't you running away?"
The Werewolf clamped a hand over his mouth and shook his head vigorously.
"Can't tell! Can't tell!"
Clearly, this was like admitting there was an ulterior motive.
One side of Nian Shutong's mouth curved up as she beckoned to the Werewolf and said, "Eat this, and you can stay."
In her hand was a peanut-sized, multicolored water droplet that stayed intact and trembled slightly, though it looked distinctly unhealthy.
The Werewolf approached and asked, "Is it tasty?"
But he didn't wait for Nian Shutong to answer, eagerly eating it and savoring it carefully.
"Got any more? I'm not full."
Nian Shutong wondered, was this Werewolf genuinely foolish or just pretending to be naive?
