Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Chapter 2247 - 644: Vermilion Bird_3

"No way!" An Yiqing shook her head without a second thought. "You’re just strong in defense, not heat resistant. Do you really think your turtle shell is indestructible forever?"

Xiao Hei pursed his lips and lowered his head. While strong in defense, it didn’t mean the Xuanwu’s turtle shell wouldn’t melt under heat.

For a moment, everyone scratched their heads, unable to come up with a solution.

"How about we go back home and get some heat-resistant gear before coming back?" An Zhiyu’s eyes lit up.

The others looked at him in silent agreement.

An Zhiyu awkwardly smiled and touched his nose. After all, General Gu’s thunder tribulation could occur at any time; the sooner they obtained Nuan Yin, the sooner they’d have an extra layer of protection. Heat-resistant equipment did exist, but making it would require a lot of time. For all they knew, by the time it was ready, General Gu might already be struck into ashes by the heavenly thunder.

"Ugh, this won’t work, that won’t work, what do we do..."

"Heat resistant? Come to me!"

Suddenly a voice rang out, and everyone turned their heads simultaneously to see Fatty Mao Er squatting on the ground, eating dried fish, causing their mouths to twitch.

"Hey, what’s with those looks?!" Fatty Mao Er glared, "I’m the ancestor of fire-spitters!" With that, she opened her mouth, and a small blue fireball shot out, reducing the nearby television to ashes.

An Yiqing’s brow furrowed as she reached out to pick her up, "Damaging household appliances will be deducted from your snack budget."

"Ah?! No way?!" Fatty Mao Er cried out in distress, tears almost coming out.

"Stop messing around, what did you mean by what you said just now?" An Yiqing patted her on the head and asked.

Fatty Mao Er shook her fur, stood on the table, "Boss, I am the ancestor of fire-spitters. Just a mere volcano, it can’t trouble me!"

"Just with that little fireball?!" An Yiqing raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, are you underestimating me?!" Fatty Mao Er’s tail stood up, "That’s just a little trick; if I get serious, you’ll all be afraid!"

An Yiqing looked at her coolly, skeptical.

"Boss, I can really give it a try!" Seeing her disbelief, Fatty Mao Er grew anxious.

"Mao Mao, you can breathe fire, but that doesn’t mean you’re heat resistant." With that, An Yiqing plucked a few hairs off and took a lighter to burn them; they were gone.

"See, it proves that if you get close to an 800-degree heat source, you’ll either evaporate or turn into a bald cat."

Fatty Mao Er exploded, gripping onto An Yiqing and refusing to let go, insisting on trying. An Yiqing firmly disagreed, and for a time, one person and one cat were in a stalemate.

Then, a soft voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Maybe Er Fei could really give it a try..."

Everyone was taken aback and turned to look at the speaker, Xiao Hei. An Yiqing also turned her head, "Why?"

"Sister An, Old Jin and Fatty Mao Er are Vermilion Bird and White Tiger. Er Fei can spit fire; maybe..."

An Yiqing’s eyes suddenly lit up with realization, "You mean it might be Vermilion Bird?!"

Xiao Hei nodded, "Maybe, otherwise, how do you explain its ability to breathe fire? Of the Four Divine Beasts, only Vermilion Bird can breathe fire..."

An Yiqing gradually furrowed her brows, staring at the tuft of red fur on Fatty Mao Er’s forehead. She had always wondered what that red fur on Fatty Mao Er’s forehead was; it was so hot that touching it would burn her fingers. According to Xiao Hei’s explanation, among the Four Divine Beasts, only Vermilion Bird had red feathers and could spit fire.

But... looking at Fatty Mao Er’s adorable blue cat eyes, could this guy really be that powerful? Moreover, why would Vermilion Bird change into cat form?

"Sister An, don’t forget that before the Seal is activated, the Four Divine Beasts will survive in the world in forms that can live long." Xiao Hei added, "I used to be a little dog."

"Well, that’s true, but..." An Yiqing was still hesitant, "This is just a guess; if we’re wrong, it’s the end for Fatty Mao Er. No way, we need to reconsider this."

The four of them exchanged glances, knowing full well that An Yiqing wouldn’t budge when it came to everyone’s safety.

With the matter stuck in a rut, everyone felt a little disheartened. Seeing this, An Yiqing didn’t insist and dismissed everyone, telling them to go back to sleep.

Feeling burdened, she walked toward the bedroom, pulled open the door, and was startled to see Gu Yelin sitting at the desk.

"Why aren’t you asleep?"

"Waiting for you." Gu Yelin rose and pulled An Yiqing over, "I have something to show you."

An Yiqing sat on Gu Yelin’s lap, her eyes falling on the computer screen, "This is...?"

"The investigation records from the past few days." Gu Yelin clicked the mouse, and the data on the screen instantly enlarged, "Tutu, this time you can’t stay out of it."