Furball 3

 Ling Xiaochen just laughed until her face was flushed. She pinched his cheeks exasperatedly. "So cute!"

"Stop!" Ouyang Xueqing robbed him away and hugged him protectively in front of her chest. "Don't monopolize him any longer. He's mine."

Furball fumed. "No, I'm not!"

Ling Xiaochen's shoulder dropped. "Okaay."

Furball rolled his eyes. "You guys don't ever listen huh?"

The ever silent An Zhengnan suddenly asked. "Is it a male?"

Ouyang Xueqing titled her head and agreed confusedly. "Yes. What's wrong?"

"Oh?" The corner of his lips lifted into an evil grin. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Let me borrow him for a talk."

Furball didn't know why, but all of a sudden, he had a hunch that his life was hanging on a very, very thin thread now. He clung onto Ouyang Xueqing chest and cried out. "No! I don't want to go with him! He's scary!" He started to bawl like a baby.

An Zhengnan clicked his tongue and yanked him away by his nape like a kitten. Ouyang Xueqing and Ling Xiaochen didn't know what the two was talking about until they had to squat in a corner but when they came back, the tips of Furball's hair had a sick greeny color.

Ouyang Xueqing asked full of curiosity. "What did you two talking about?"

An Zhengnan snickered. "Nothing. Just a little men talk. Little girls aren't allowed to listen."

"Humph!" She puffed up her cheeks and turned to Furball in hope for an answer.

Furball gulped at the sight of devil behind Ouyang Xueqing's back. He hurriedly nodded. "Y—Yeah, men's talk, you know!"

"So sneaky!" She complained before she remembered what they had to finish. "Oh wait, with Furball here, we don't have to worry about the ghost qi anymore. He can chase them away!" After witnessing how the ghost qi that almost harmed Ling Xiaochen vanished just by Furball's spit, Ouyang Xueqing believed him wholeheartedly.

An Zhengnan pursed his thin lips. "How do you chase them away?"

Furball pushed his chest out proudly and humphed. "Of course, with my aura, strength and charisma. Just a word from me, they will all scramble in fear and terror. That's how terrifying I am. Do you understand now?"

An Zhengnan ignored his yapping and looked at Ouyang Xueqing. She didn't have any choice but to answer helplessly. "He spit at it."

"Spit?" He frowned in disgust.

"Hey!" Furball's hair turned pink. Ouyang Xueqing started to understand him a little, apparently his hair changed color based on his emotion. "How can you share my secret just like that?!"

"Sorry." She covered her mouth. "It was a secret? I don't know."

Furball whacked her cheeks repeatedly with his own body. "You traitor!"

"So your spit has the power of exorcism?

Furball argued heatedly. "Not just my spit. It's my whole body. From head to toe, okay?!"

"Hmm." An Zhengnan pondered as he stroked his chin. "What kind of beast are you? We can only transform into our beast form after the heavenly tribulation. Can you go back to your human form? How old are you?"

Furball was being investigated so thoroughly that he hid behind Ouyang Xueqing's hair. "What human form? I don't know, I was born this way."

"You were born like this? What about your parents?"

"Parents?" He blinked. "I don't know. Never seen them before. I have been alone since birth."

An Zhengnan didn't know why but Furball was very different from an ordinary beast that he known. "Just how old are you?"

"I don't know."

He started to become irritated by his oblivion. "Just tell me since when have you been here."

"Hmm." Furball bounced around, climbed on Ouyang Xueqing's hair and returned to his original spot on her shoulder. "Maybe…since this town hasn't been built yet?"

"What?!" The three's eyes bulged out. "Seriously?"

"What? What's wrong with it?"

Ouyang Xueqing answered exasperatedly. "Of course it's wrong. Do you know how long this town has been built? It was after the Great War, which means that you are over a thousand years old!"

He blinked innocently. "Am I that old?"

The three of them: "Of course!"

Ling Xiaochen: "You are older than my daddy!"

Ouyang Xueqing suddenly felt like her shoulder was so heavy. The owner of this adorably small and cute furry body was almost as old as her grandpa! "You…just who are you?"

Furball pouted. He frowned as if contemplating of telling them heaven's secret, making them gulped nervously. Yet in the end, he only said three words. "I don't know."

An Zhengnan felt his nails was itchy to tear him to pieces. He laughed blankly. "What are you doing here for a thousand years?"

Furball tapped his chin. "...Sleeping? I am always asleep all the time."

Ling Xiaochen inquired excitedly. "Then, what makes you awake?"

"Wait, let me think. It's a little gloomy brat that tried to act like an adult. I remembered him vividly because he was so pitiful."

An Zhengnan snorted. "Pot calling a kettle black."

Furball snapped. "What do you mean?! You son of a bitch!"

Ouyang Xueqing giggled. "What? Don't tell me that your foul language is taught by that gloomy brat you're talking about."

"NO!" He hollered. "That brat wasn't anything like that. He was calm, polite, but gloomy. Yes, he had this air of melancholy around him like some kind of heartbroken brat."

Ling Xiaochen snickered and poked him on his cheeks. "It seems like you like him very much?" She teased.

"Well." Furball's hair turned pinkish. "No, not exactly like. Just…being by his side is comfortable. I'm sure that the four little brats following behind his back felt the same."

Ouyang Xueqing blinked. "Then, this person woke you up from your sleep? Does that means he was very strong?"

"Hmm, by your standard, he was very strong indeed. Come to think of it, for some reason, I got the same feeling from—ah!" He exclaimed. "I remember his name now!"

"What? Who is he?"

"He's Sheng Li. Right, his name was Sheng Li."