"Alright, should I thank your ancestors back to the eighteenth generation? Is that not enough?" Xuexue's face was brimming with a smile that she couldn't hide. She couldn't help it. Having resolved the wild boar problem, it was hard for her to stay in a bad mood.
"Are you praising me or scolding me?"
From the space, Xiao Taohong howled in distress. The way she heard that sentence made her feel indescribably awkward.
"Praising you, praising you," Xuexue replied nonchalantly.
"Is that any way to praise someone?" Xiao Taohong retorted with a tinge of annoyance.
Xuexue pretended not to hear and turned her head to call Big Bull to throw all the wild boar carcasses into the space.
Although Xiao Taohong had been dead for nearly twenty years, her temperament matched the age at which she had died - a complete child, rattling on endlessly about something once she started, and Xuexue was really afraid of her nagging.
"Alright!"
