Chapter 1213 - 1210: Hundred Treasures Box

"What are you guys whispering about? Hurry up, put Huhu in my arms, I want to experience what it's like to be King Zhou!"

Seeing Ah Qing and the Little Fox whispering together, Chen Qinglan couldn't help but get anxious. Looking at Ah Qing, she spoke frankly:

"I haven't had enough fun yet, I want to play with the Little Fox until he's rolling on the ground and making little noises, hurry and introduce me..."

"Uh..."

Seeing her cousin's eager expression, Ah Qing snapped back to reality from their conversation and said with a slightly weird look:

"Although I'm quite interested in those things too, I advise you not to think that way..."

Hearing this, Chen Qinglan was full of confusion and asked, "Is there something on the Little Fox that can't be touched? Don't worry, I just got a rabies vaccine last year, still within the warranty period."

"Xiaolan wouldn't bite anyone. In fact, he's quite friendly..."

Ah Qing handed the Little Fox over to her cousin with a hint of embarrassment, saying: "But his skin is a bit thick."

Chen Qinglan, not understanding, didn't take Ah Qing's words to heart. Being friendly is great, playing together, coordinating with each other, that's how you get the King Zhou experience.

But.

When Chen Qinglan came to her senses, looking blankly at the nail file in her hand, and the Little Fox lying in her lap, flinging a big white leg in front of her, making little noises, she asked with astonishment:

"Something's wrong, something's wrong..."

"I shouldn't be appreciating Huhu's shyness, should I? I thought I'd be playing with the Little Fox until he barked softly, but now it feels like our roles are completely reversed..."

Chen Qinglan looked at Ah Qing with a puzzled expression.

"You still owe him 200, it's a holiday charge," Ah Qing said with a laugh and a shake of her head.

The Little Fox is very friendly. If you play with him, naturally, he'll play back with you.

The Little Fox's skills in making friends are outstanding, often capturing people's hearts in five minutes, inducing them to caress his belly to complete the final charm, tricking them into helping with grooming.

Especially when in the mall, Ah Qing didn't dare to let the Little Fox out of her sight.

Otherwise, after ten minutes, when the Little Fox poked his head out again, he would invariably be covered in lipstick and lip gloss marks.

"Hey... What the...!" Chen Qinglan exclaimed with both surprise and amusement, looking at the coy little creature in her arms, "More time!"

"Hey! We're all family, why charge at all? Cousin, I haven't even finished clipping my nails yet, hurry up, keeping my leg propped up is tiring..." Ansheng waved his hand with a soft whine.

Ah Qing was left speechless: "......"

It must be said... even with its cheeky expression, the Little Fox exudes a special charm and grace.

The scholars and poets of ancient times really were ahead of their time in terms of aesthetics, it's no wonder they were seen as good omens.

...

Chen Qinglan intended to entertain Huhu, but under Huhu's "tricks," she ended up giving Huhu a full manicure treatment, followed by a massage and back rub, and even an extended facial.

Chen Qinglan spent a whole afternoon at Grandpa's house helping the Little Fox groom.

As noon came, everyone sat down together, clinking glasses and chatting as they began to eat.

Three tables inside the house, two in the courtyard. Aside from close relatives, there were also some distant relatives that even Ah Qing couldn't name, who had come to Grandpa's house.

Including children, there were about forty or fifty people in total.

Grandpa still seemed weary, disinterested as if he could drift off to sleep at any moment.

Though Ansheng sat at the children's table, he still overheard some gossip about Ah Qing's grandpa from the adults' conversations.

Ah Qing's grandpa once nearly got framed and almost sent to the execution ground. So-called clan relatives were quick as lightning, redrafting the family genealogy overnight to erase his name.

Though he was exonerated within a couple of months, with a hero's plaque brought to the village for clarification, earning Grandpa a promotion, that incident remained a thorn in his side.

Grandpa's reason for staying here was simply to return to his roots; he didn't want to burden his children by moving to an unfamiliar city in his old age.

His health was quite good, but he truly couldn't be bothered with so-called clan and distant relatives.

"Xiaolan, come with me quickly..."

After eating, Ah Qing informed her family elders before leaving the house, saying she was going to buy a coke for the Little Fox.

"You'll never guess where Grandpa hid his motorcycle."

Ah Qing walked out of the house, looking at the Little Fox with a face full of mystery.

"Where else could it be hidden, in the garage of the richest man in your village, Mr. Cai?" Ansheng rolled his eyes and said.

Ah Qing could ask the village patrol where Grandpa parked his motorcycle at night.

Though Ansheng wasn't sure, his nose wasn't just for show. The two places in the village with the strongest grandpa's scent were home and the vehicle shed of the Cai family.

Since Ah Qing went out right after eating, Grandpa's motorcycle wasn't at home, so it must be at the Cai family's.

"Hey? No fun, no fun..." Ah Qing pouted, poking the Little Fox's nose.

Ah Qing sneakily avoided the main entrance, going around to the metal fence, and found Grandpa Chen Yang's motorcycle in the two-wheel parking shed.

His motorcycle was very recognizable, with its streamlined crimson shell and a black ring in the front with a white light inside.

"Italian make? Does your grandpa know how to fix it?"

Seeing that red motorcycle, Ansheng couldn't discern its model due to his lack of motorcycle knowledge, but he understood the English on it.

He thought of French and Italian vehicles as constantly needing repairs, fixing one part only for another to break.

Fix, and fix until you simply push it into the ocean.

"Maybe Grandpa... enjoys a little romance?" Ah Qing scratched her head and said: "With plenty of spare time after retirement, tinkering with a motorcycle passes the day."

"Alright then! Let me be the bad guy and cruelly strip Grandpa of the joy of his modifications and repairs!"

Ansheng grinned mischievously, extending his paw through the fence to press on the motorcycle's fairing, using Blood and Flesh Will to erode and transform the motorcycle, bringing it to life.

Dropping a little safety to enhance performance, adding in a defensive driving program for the living motorcycle.

"Ding——"

When the transformation was complete, the muscular red motorcycle's lights glowed with white light, and the engine emitted a sound like clattering bones, almost like a greeting.

"Alright! Now even if Grandpa takes his luck overtaking on the highway, the motorcycle will protect him!"

"But you better write him a note, stick it on the gas tank lid, reminding him to fill it with Pepsi Lemon or the sugary Coke each night, or the machine spirit might get furious..."

"One liter of cola per hundred kilometers, Pepsi leans toward leisure, Coke leans toward aggression."

After modifying the motorcycle, Ansheng explained to Ah Qing to make sure Grandpa didn't anger the machine spirit while driving, potentially causing trouble.

Any creation touched by Master Fuli might have its performance capped.

Still, riding waves, climbing mountains, bungee jumping off glass curtain walls would be a breeze.

"Got it!"

Ah Qing took out a sticky note from her little backpack, wrote the note, and stuck it on the motorcycle fairing.

"Now... let's ambush Chen Si!" Ah Qing clapped her hands, then smoothly borrowed a rusty iron pipe from the low wall of the shed.

"Alright! Let me teach you the process of solving a case."

Ansheng turned around, whistling towards the sky, and a silver-white [Aerial Iron Rider] slowly descended from above, carrying a large hammer.

"Ditch that rusty old stick, I'll get you a Mountain-Cutting Knife. If negotiations fail, we chop first."

Ah Qing stood momentarily stunned, looking at the drone that landed on the ground.

On it, aside from the heavy hammer, there were things like a pink chainsaw, guns, and carbon fiber-wrapped rods.

"What... are these?"

"Hmm? Lin Ying packed me some tools! The chainsaw is for going up the mountains, those carbon fiber rods are basically incendiary devices..."

"Guns are just for exorcising," Ansheng placed his hand on the Aerial Iron Rider, silver metal turning to liquid and forming a long staff in his palm.

"???"

Ah Qing looked at the Little Fox, a line of question marks appeared.

What the... you have a Hundred Treasures Box!