The heavens know what might happen.
Qingluo, Wen Li... Lu'Er, and even... myself.
Zhu Pingniang recalled her earlier fluttering feelings, and glanced sheepishly at Li Zhibai, only to use her affection for him to dispel that inexplicable stirring.
To be precise.
"Ni Zi." Zhu Pingniang tilted her head and said with lingering fear to Miss Lu, "Luckily we have Ms. Yun, fortunately we have Ms. Yun."
"...?" Miss Lu had a question mark over her head, helplessly saying, "Sister, what are you thinking about now? When will you be serious."
"Just listen to what I say. Any more nonsense, and you'll be the last to receive the Immortal Sect's elixir next time." Zhu Pingniang glared.
"... Whatever you say is right." Miss Lu couldn't help but sigh, then whispered, "But sister, you were right about one thing... It seems that this table of dishes is indeed Miss Yun's treasures."
"Of course... I wouldn't lie to you all." Zhu Pingniang said, blinking suspiciously.
Hmm?
What does Ni Zi mean?
