Stone of Drool

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Night Amethyst!

Mo Fan almost cried out at the top of his lungs, but his joyful expression twisted when he saw the man walking out of the snow.

Mu Feiluan came out of the curtain while tossing the Night Amethyst into the air constantly, as he was bored. The calm look on his face vanished immediately when he stumbled into Mo Fan and his weird expression. He harrumphed, "Stop blocking my way. I don't have time to deal with you today, but it doesn't mean I won't in the future!"

Mo Fan stared at the Night Amethyst on Mu Feiluan's hand. The strange thing was, the Night Amethyst still had the little cub's drool on it. It had not dried even after so long. Mu Feiluan seemed to treat his hands preciously. He noticed the sticky substance on the Night Amethyst was good at lubricating his hands. He even rubbed the Night Amethyst on the back of his hand.