The rabbit doesn't eat the grass by its burrow—as an old resident like Xia Ping, Tian Luo wouldn't mess with her.
He was just scaring her, hoping she'd agree to save some high-quality fruit for tomorrow.
He didn't expect to be caught by Meng Chuyue, this monster.
Tian Luo really saw Meng Chuyue as a monster.
Although he had never seen her hit anyone.
But he had been beaten by Shen Ci.
Shen Ci had also crushed stones and teacups with his bare hands, though only into pieces, yet he could send him flying with a punch.
If Meng Chuyue turned stones and teacups to dust, could he even survive a punch from her?
Mustn't provoke, mustn't provoke.
Meng Chuyue squinted her eyes and looked at him, asking with a pleasant expression, "How much do you want?"
Tian Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but his voice was still shivering, "Five jin... apples, five jin... oranges."
"Mm, come get them at noon."
"Yes, yes, thank you... Sister."
