Performance Art

Zhang Yanfeng pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in. The door was open. After all, it was business time now.

The Little Loli sat behind the bar counter, holding a spoon in her hand, and pressing her tongue back and forth. She tugged at her tongue as if she was thinking about something.

She had told Zhou Ze before that ghostly messenger could not cultivate, but that did not mean that their abilities could not be further developed and explored.

She had experienced this firsthand.

Half a year ago in Chengdu, the one who had been chased by the group of Ghostly Messengers had returned with the white cat in less than a month. She still remembered that scene to this day.

Therefore, the Little Loli who had been arguing with her tongue did not notice that Old Zhang had returned. Her subconscious had noticed, but she only thought that it was a staff member from the study who had returned, not a stranger, so she did not care.