Zhu Rong's face turned dark when he saw this… Carefully, he looked toward Xuanming.
It appeared Xuanming's face was also quite dark, and his gaze at Qin Shou was somewhat strange, as it seemed he was not accustomed to someone burrowing into his arms and rubbing around.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Rong turned his head to look at Qiangliang, Gonggong, and over there, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who, despite having chairs, insisted on squatting on them like a monkey.
After the four of them exchanged looks, they all read the same message in each other's eyes, "Damn... someone dared to hurl themselves into Xuanming's arms? Does that rabbit have a death wish?"
"Look, Xuanming has already raised his hand. I feel like he's about to strike… although he probably won't kill, at least a severe beating, right?"
"What do you think, if he really kills him, should we cook the rabbit in red sauce, or deep fry it?"
"Stop joking… how could that be? Obviously, it should be steamed."
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