Watching the furious expression on Gu Yuzhi's face, the little crow perched on Xi Zuzi's shoulder couldn't help but click its beak and sigh:
"The boy and my Ancestor really do match each other well—one is a master at killing two birds with one stone, the other a sly trickster, hahaha!"
Amidst a cheerful chorus of bird calls, everyone drove away.
At this moment.
Nangong Mo, who had stepped into the basement, found his mood instantly clouded.
What lay before him was a freshly completed mural covering an entire wall, still exuding a faint scent of ink. However, it was not exactly the famous scene he had instructed Gu Qiusha to depict.
In the latter half of the mural, Gu Qiusha had added new plot elements.
Nuwa's jade arm, which originally reached for Emperor Fu Xi's boxers, had been altered to reach for the edge of his lips.
She held a wine jug, filled with a captivating, grape-colored liquid, pouring a cup and offering it to Emperor Fu Xi.
