"Going out with other friends tonight?"
Ah Qing, rummaging through the wardrobe while preparing for a bath, was momentarily taken aback upon hearing the little fox mention that it might play very late again tonight. Her cheeks revealed a slightly confused expression.
"Why does it seem like Xiaolan has been especially busy lately?"
Xiaolan's biological clock used to be set to venture out in Changxi Town at about eleven at night, roam until around three or four in the morning, and then come home to sleep until noon, spending the afternoon and evening bouncing around at home.
Ever since coming to Chang'an City, it wasn't too obvious at first, but there's a noticeable change as the little fox has been leaving earlier and coming home later.
Now, even before it got dark, Xiaolan said it had plans with friends without even having dinner.
"The rebellious kid and the helpless mother," Momo chuckled while lying on the bed, joking with Ah Qing, who was scratching her head in front of the wardrobe:
"From my observation, the most likely scenario is that the little fox has joined the local Doggie Squad. They form groups at night to patrol and snack, occasionally dismantling a few bumpers from illegally parked cars or marking territories on the roadside..."
"That's unlikely, isn't it? Xiaolan is so well-behaved, how could it possibly join the local Doggie Crew?" Ah Qing hesitated as she looked at Momo.
The Doggie Squad isn't necessarily bad; they're more like a social outing for dogs.
But the Doggie Crew here refers to those formed by stray dogs, notorious for their destructive antics.
"Oh right, Momo, there's something I want to ask you about."
While Ah Qing and Momo were imagining the possibility of the little fox engaging in nightlife shenanigans, Lingren poked his head out by Momo's bedside with a slightly embarrassed question:
"So... besides surgery and underwire bra lifting, are there any other solutions for sagging breasts?"
"Hmm?"
Momo paused, stopped flipping through the fashion magazine, and looked at Lingren suspiciously, sizing him up with a questioning gaze.
"..."
Lingren's mouth twitched, covering his front awkwardly and explained, "I'm asking for a classmate."
"Oh..." Momo showed an expression of sudden understanding, the question mark on his face transforming into an exclamation point, responding nonchalantly:
"If it's a classmate, they're young, so they normally wouldn't have this issue. It's probably a diet enthusiast who doesn't like exercising much."
"Get a gym membership focused on the mid and lower pectoral muscles to lift the sagging parts."
"What about working out... won't the breasts shrink?" Lingren asked hesitantly, "After all... weight loss usually affects the chest first."
"If they shrink, it means they weren't meant to be there, and aside from blocking breast ducts and destroying an aesthetically pleasing outline, there's no benefit."
Momo extended a hand, picking up a pen from the bedside and flicked it in front of Lingren.
Lingren looked puzzled, but as Momo released the pen, it flew and arced directly onto Lingren's cheek.
"Got it!"
Lingren's eyes widened in realization, immediately adopting an enlightened expression and sent a message to the older sister he knew in Chang'an.
"By the way, for women, practice the upper pectoral muscles less."
"Is there a reason?"
"Because it can lead to breast muscle separation; with low body fat, it visually turns two into four..."
"???
......
Due to Lingren's inquiry, a discussion on breast shapes gradually unfolded in the dormitory.
Meanwhile, Ansheng had already boarded Fat Cat's electric bike, heading wobbly from the dormitory area to outside the school.
Lin Bingyun and Ba Mountain Mosquito had been waiting at the entrance for a while.
"Did you prepare everything I asked for?" Ansheng gestured to Lin Bingyun.
"All packed,"
Lin Bingyun pointed to the cargo rack of the raptor bike. The items inside were prepared according to Master Fuli's instructions: a pink oil chainsaw topped up with fuel, a pair of new-energy lures, and a tub of highly adhesive 502 glue.
"Alright, let's go! The Monkey King and the others should be waiting for us at the top of the Geological Mineral Building now."
Master Fuli nodded approvingly and glanced at Ba Mountain Mosquito, asking, "Is the mosquito army assembled?"
"Yes, they've started hunting in the mountains and will swarm anything resembling a human."
"If three hundred of them bite together, those who run are good people, and those who don't flee and fight back are bad people. I understand how to discern good from evil," Ba Mountain Mosquito declared with a serious face, laying out the rules he'd arranged for his gang for Master Fuli.
Since... the target was Spirit People, they were inherently different from ordinary humans.
The typical reaction when attacked by a mosquito swarm is to curse, swat at them, and eventually flee with a hot, flushed face when repeated attempts fail to hit them.
But Spirit People are different; first, there's their scent, and second, they have more tools and strategies for dealing with mosquito swarms than the average person.
The main reason humans can't hit mosquitoes is due to mosquitoes' extreme sensitivity to airflow and heat; they often slip out from between the hands riding the airflow from a swat, entering stealth mode.
But Spirit People differ; their reaction speed and strength clearly outmatch those of ordinary humans.
So, Ba Mountain Mosquito's patrol plan was to have the mosquito swarms attack everyone once.
Those fleeing in haste were good people.
Those daring to fight back were bad people.
If anyone dared to retaliate, the mosquitoes could relay information through wing vibrations to other mosquito swarms, summoning Master Fuli to descend from a helicopter.
"Well, well..."
Master Fuli nodded with satisfaction, stating, "Very good, once we catch those wild ones, you can eat first. Don't let the mosquito brothers go hungry; each can draw two liters of blood!"
"Make sure the Longevity Club people next door don't see it, or they'll think Master Fuli is just a pushover."
"Thank you..." Ba Mountain Mosquito nodded in delight, thrilled by the unexpected bonus.
There's spiritual particle potion as payment for the mission, along with warm spirit beast blood as a bonus, what a generous master fox.
The group proceeded to the Geological Mineral Building to rendezvous with the woodcutters from the Security Bureau, then boarded a helicopter for the Qinling Mountain Range.
Upon reaching the suburbs, Ba Mountain Mosquito leaped out from the cabin to fly and gather intelligence from the mosquito army, compiling the report for Master Fuli.
"Master Fuli..."
"They've locked on, the criminal is in Tie Chuan..." Ba Mountain Mosquito relayed to Master Fuli.
"Good!"
Master Fuli swiftly picked up a new-energy lure and a rocket launcher weapon case, tossing it to Ba Mountain Mosquito.
Ba Mountain Mosquito was momentarily caught off guard as he caught the new-energy lure rod.
But Master Fuli said nothing, merely flashed a mischievous grin and leaped out of the helicopter, standing on Ba Mountain Mosquito's back as if riding a surfboard, declaring, "Head swiftly to Tie Chuan; Fox Immortal Master is going there to help them survive the Thunderfire Calamity!"
"I, Master Fuli, really love the dynamic immortal cultivation animation on the music platform."