"Are you guys serious?"
Quivering, Hei Mao twisted his head around to look at Erniao, who was maintaining a stern face, and asked with a mournful expression, "Is there really no problem?"
"It's fine."
Lady Bai comforted him, "You're light, we can pull the slingshot."
"Who's asking you that!"
Hei Mao immediately panicked, "I'm a cat! A regular black cat! I don't have wings! I can't fly!"
"Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid."
Princess Bai blinked, her plump figure paired with big eyes making her look particularly adorable and dumb, "Hong Luobin has been very lucky, his shots are always accidentally on target, it'll be fine."
"How can it be fine!"
Hei Mao bristled and protested, "Shouldn't you say that your shooting is accurate? What kind of lousy reason is 'good luck'? What if you have bad luck?!"
"Ah..."
Hearing Hei Mao's words, Hong Luobin, after a brief silence, tentatively asked, "Then, do you have good luck?"
Xu Xuan suddenly let out a relieved laugh.
