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Xuande Emperor wanted something, but Zheng Moru couldn't make decisions on his own. He went to the pharmacy where the substitute was located and discussed his situation with the scouts from Dayu. The scouts couldn't make decisions either, but after a moment, a Messenger Pigeon flew out, only to be intercepted by someone.
Inside the Small Tavern, things became lively again due to Cang Xuan's arrival. Despite being an old monster, he relied on his amnesia and youthful appearance to create chaos among the mirrors that appeared at will. Raindrops, noodle soup, hair ornaments, and copper pots were all part of the commotion. Once, he even flashed through Li Cu's bathing tub. Fortunately, she had transformed into a cat at that moment; if she had been in human form, it would have caused a big scene. Even so, Li Cu spent an entire afternoon scratching up many mirrors in the Small Tavern without harming Cang Xuan at all. It was Huo Qi who helped pin him down under his claws.
Considering Cang Xuan's injuries, he was only made to lie on the icy ground for a while. However, this guy never learned his lesson and knew better than to enter the women's rooms; instead, he focused more attention on a few children. The little ones enjoyed playing hide and seek with him, laughing joyfully as the Small Tavern filled with their giggles, which could become quite noisy after a while.
Cang Xuan seemed to prefer The Office of Censors. After finally holding him in his arms, he buried his head in Cang Xuan's chest and sniffed deeply, subconsciously murmuring about how delicious Buddha Child's flesh was. Just when he was feeling uncomfortable from holding back, something hard hit the back of his head. He turned around with a wronged look at Misha, who was holding a large iron pot.
"I just wanted to smell it," he protested.
Misha dropped the iron pot and snatched The Office of Censors away. "From now on, keep your distance from my Two Little Treasures! If you have any more strange ideas, I wouldn't mind asking Miss Sang for a talisman to seal you away in an inanimate object like in the Demon Suppression Tower!"
"What was I like in the Demon Suppression Tower?"
"The most pitiful and weakest existence; anyone could bully you, and you could only endure silently."
Misha said this deliberately to scare him, but Cang Xuan wasn't frightened at all. Instead, he caught a whiff of Misha's food aroma and showed a greedy expression. "Misha, I'm hungry."
"You just ate not long ago."
"Yeah, but I'm hungry again! Beast meat doesn't fill me up!"
Misha still indulged him when it came to food, hoping that filling his stomach would curb his mischievous nature. Stir-fried kidney with garlic sprouts, pig lung soup with white radish, stir-fried intestines—wasn't he fond of offal? Let him eat his fill!
Cang Xuan's mouth moved so quickly it was as if he were swallowing whole; it was impossible to see how he ate. In just a few blinks of an eye, everything was gone. As soon as he swallowed the last bite, he began discussing with Misha what they should eat next.
Life couldn't be more comfortable than this.
Yet his desire for the Office of Censors seemed to have only intensified. Though he dared not act on it, he constantly sought ways to get closer, greedily sniffing around.
Sang Qingxiao had specially drawn a kind of rune for the Office of Censors, leaving no detail about the Buddha Treasure unaddressed. When Cang Xuan approached once more, he suddenly began to vomit uncontrollably. Not only did he empty his stomach completely, but he also coughed up blood. Afterward, he complained of hunger, but as soon as food entered his stomach, it was expelled again.
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