Song Cheng said, "That's because they know I don't wish to leave."
The little vixen cooed disdainfully, "Short-lived creatures are just like that, can't live many years, so particularly anxious."
After that, she sucked on her finger, pondering, "Speaking of which, I still don't know what the chickens in the Imperial Capital taste like."
Song Cheng said, "Then you can just hope that Hua manages to take down the Imperial Capital."
What else could he say?
He was one of the Longevity People, just thinking of continuing on in this place that had almost become an isolated island, steadily improving. But his brothers, friends, one by one, were eyeing the opportunity at this time, thinking of heading south.
There must have been trouble in the south again, otherwise they wouldn't have left so hurriedly.
The little vixen implied with disdain, "Zhao Hua? He can take down the Imperial Capital?
