Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 138 Little Dumpling's Mount

As night slowly falls, the bustling market of the day seems to be transformed by magic, revealing a different, enchanting scene.

Night fell like a giant black ribbon, gently covering the market. However, the market did not fall silent because of the darkness; instead, it was lit up by twinkling lights, like stars fallen to earth.

After seeing Rimai Yongga off, Anzhi, holding the panda Tuan Tuan, stood quietly in the middle of the street.

At this moment, the lantern stalls became the most dazzling sight, with all sorts of lanterns hanging high, including traditional round red lanterns and uniquely shaped animal lanterns. These lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a soft glow that bathed everything around them in a warm hue.

The bustling atmosphere in front of the food stalls remains as vibrant as ever, while the area where handicrafts are sold during the day has now become a performance venue for folk artists, where an elderly man is sitting on a small stool performing a shadow puppet show.

Behind the white curtain, colorful shadow puppets moved nimbly under his control. It was a classic opera story, and the characters' movements and expressions were portrayed with remarkable realism. Accompanied by the old man's melodious opera singing, a group of children sat around him, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

Suddenly, Anzhi was drawn to a group of people. She quickly ran into the crowd with Tuantuan in her arms and saw a muscular man standing on a makeshift stage. He was performing a set of boxing moves, which won cheers from the audience.

After the boxing demonstration, the burly man's gaze fell on Tuan Tuan, who was in Shen Anzhi's arms in the crowd. His eyes lit up, and he loudly addressed the audience, "Fellow villagers, we have a very special little guest here today, the panda in that heroine's arms. I think this panda is quite adorable, with a tiger-like head, and must be quite skilled in martial arts. I wonder if we could invite this panda to come up on stage and show us a trick?"

Upon hearing this, the audience immediately became interested and turned their attention to Shen Anzhi. Some even applauded and cheered.

Before Shen Anzhi could react, Tuanzi had already struggled to get down and quickly jumped onto the platform.

As if it knew it was about to perform, Tuanzi stood up straight. First, it scratched its ears with its little paws, and then it imitated the big man's posture from before.

It first raised one of its little paws, drawing a semicircle in the air, then quickly followed with its other paw, feinting a punch forward. The movements, though clumsy, were incredibly cute, eliciting laughter and applause from the audience.

Encouraged, Tuantuan fought even harder. It hopped and jumped around, then threw a series of punches, its small figure full of energy on the stage.

After the performance, the big man came forward, picked up Tuan Tuan, lifted it high above his head, and said loudly, "Our pandas are really amazing!"

Another round of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the audience, and Tuantuan, surrounded by everyone's affection, narrowed her small eyes into slits, looking quite pleased with herself.

Upon seeing this, Shen Anzhi couldn't help but clap his hands and applaud...

After strolling through the night market, Shen Anzhi carried the panda Tuan Tuan and slowly walked towards the inn. This inn was one that Anzhi had chosen after a long time in Shuxiang Town. It cost twenty coins a night, which was not very expensive, but not cheap either.

The night air was cool and fresh, mixed with the various smells left over from the market, including the aroma of food and the fragrance of flowers. Tuantuan was asleep in my arms, her little paws occasionally twitching.

The moonlight bathed them, casting soft shadows. The trees lining the road swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling as if whispering the stories of the night.

Back in the room, Anzhi placed Tuantuan in bed, then stood quietly by the window and began to remove her accessories. She recalled the various things at the market—the dazzling lights, the unique performances, the delicious food—all of which made her feel incredibly comfortable. Looking at the sleeping Tuantuan, her heart was filled with tenderness.

As the candles in the room were blown out, Anzhi and Tuantuan drifted off to sleep in the quiet night.

The next morning, outside Shuxiang Town.

Shen Anzhi left the city early, with Tuantuan following behind him, swaying slowly like a little shadow.

"Wow, tofu pudding, Tuantuan, hurry up!"

Shen Anzhi suddenly noticed a tofu pudding stall by the roadside outside the city, so he quickly walked over.

The stall owner was a kind old man, skillfully ladling out bowls of tofu pudding. Seeing Shen Anzhi and the panda behind her, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, quickly followed by a friendly smile. "Young lady, that's an iron-eating beast! It's quite adorable," the stall owner said.

Shen Anzhi laughed. This panda really has a good reputation. Everyone knows it looks cute, but it can actually be infuriating.

"Grandma, your tofu pudding smells so good, have a bowl." She gently picked up Tuanzi.

When Tuantuan saw the tofu pudding, she was very excited: "Mommy, I want to eat it too."

"You little rascal."

After saying that, Anzhi scooped up a small amount of tofu pudding with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then put it to Tuantuan's mouth. Tuantuan swallowed it in one gulp, and his little eyes immediately narrowed into slits. He waved his little paws incessantly, indicating that it was delicious.

Anzhi took a bite herself, and the delicate and smooth tofu pudding spread in her mouth. The salty and fragrant broth, the spiciness of the chili oil, the fragrance of the scallions, and the crunch of the soybeans all blended together, creating a rich and delicious flavor.

Just then, a cultivator riding a majestic divine beast horse emerged from the distance and walked towards them.

The mythical beast had a horse-like body with tiger stripes, and a tail like an ox's tail that swung behind it, creating a slight gust of wind. Its eyes were the size of copper bells, and its pointed ears stood up, always alert to any movement around it.

"A bowl of tofu pudding, please."

The cultivator jumped off the divine beast and came to the stall. His voice was somewhat deep, which startled An Zhi so much that he almost stood up.

While enjoying the refreshing tofu pudding, the cultivator's gaze never left the panda beside Anzhi.

"Is this your mount?" the cultivator suddenly asked.

Shen Anzhi put down the small bowl, looked at Tuanzi who was already frightened by the divine beast, and nodded: "Immortal, this is the son I recognized in Wolonggang."

The cultivator said while drinking tofu pudding, "Iron-eating beast, hehe, when it was small it was round and chubby, cute and adorable, it was good at being cute, but now that it's grown up, hehe, sigh~~~~ it needs to be trained from a young age."

Anzhi looked at the mythical beast by the roadside and asked, "Immortal, what kind of beast is that?"

The cultivator stood up, wiped his mouth, and said, "This is the belly of the ancient divine beast, the horse."

After saying that, the cultivator lightly leaped onto the back of the divine beast.

Looking at the majestic horse beneath the cultivator, Shen Anzhi couldn't help but feel a surge of envy. The horse exuded a powerful aura, and every step it took carried a breathtaking force.

In that instant, her gaze fell upon Tuantuan. Tuantuan was curiously looking around, its black and white fur appearing exceptionally soft in the sunlight, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Tuantuan, come here, let Mommy ride on you."

Tuantuan wobbled over to Anzhi's side, and she gently sat on its back.

However, Tuan Tuan was, after all, a panda cub, and its body was too small to support Shen Anzhi's weight.

"Haha, I'm really afraid I'll sit on you and kill you. Let's talk about it when you're older."

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