Chapter 60 Where on earth did this African native come from?

After a long while, Yuan Qian'er still felt no change. "Mo Yiran, is this Jade Pill fake? Why don't I feel anything?"

"Qian'er, did you think this was an immortal elixir? The Jade Pill takes about half a day to take effect. Once you sleep through the night, you should be able to feel the difference tomorrow!"

"That's right, Master! The voice in my head said the same thing too! It doesn't work that fast!" Little White nodded in agreement.

"Fine then, let's head up and get the barbecue started! Hey, where did Qingcheng and Murong Xuan go?" Yuan Qian'er looked around for a long time without finding them.

"They went up earlier. They should be with Xuanxuan Feng and the others by now."

"What? We were nearly drowned down here competing, and they went off to barbecue? Hmph, Su Qingcheng, this friend-abandoner for the sake of a man! I'm going to go settle accounts with her and make her grill meat for me!"

Little White trotted along on its short legs from behind. "Master, I want meat too! Little White loves meat the most, wait for me!"

Over on Xuanxuan Feng's side, it could only be described as too agonizing to look at and too unbearable to recall!

Moming and Moxian had used endless methods to keep Xuanxuan Feng occupied so he wouldn't go disturb their master!

"Your Highness, please wash the meat!"

"Your Highness, please skewer the meat!"

"Your Highness, please kindle the firewood!"

"Your Highness, please..."

"Enough is enough! You keep ordering me around to do this and that while you just sit there. Can't you come and help?" Xuanxuan Feng reached his breaking point and finally lost his temper.

"Oh, Your Highness, don't get angry, stay calm. Just think, if Miss Yuan comes back and sees that all of this was personally and meticulously prepared by you, how touched she would be? We are only helping you!" Moming shamelessly hypnotized Xuanxuan Feng with flattery.

"Hmph." Xuanxuan Feng let out a cold snort. If not for the sake of making Qian'er happy, would he ever lower himself to doing such menial labor?

The dignified Crown Prince of Xiliang was now squatting on the ground, blowing desperately on the firewood trying to get it to catch fire. Suddenly, with a loud bang, it exploded, and thick smoke billowed everywhere.

"Cough, cough... I'm done with this! Cough, cough... I'm choking to death!" Xuanxuan Feng crawled out from the thick smoke. His hair was blasted straight up into the air, and his entire face was pitch black. He looked as disheveled and pathetic as one could possibly be.

This was the exact scene that met Yuan Qian'er and Mo Yiran when they reached the clearing.

"Uh, where did this African aborigine come from? Pitch black, and what a unique hairstyle!" Yuan Qian'er immediately blurted out upon seeing him.

"Yuan Qian'er, you damned woman! You had a great time playing down there, while I got blown up here until my hair stood on end, and you're asking where an aborigine came from? No matter what, I, Xuanxuan Feng, am a man of upstanding appearance. How could I possibly compare to those barbaric aborigines?" Xuanxuan Feng angrily cursed in a miserable state, looking as comical as humanly possible.

"Haha, little Fengfeng, so it was you? How come after just a short while apart you've changed your style and plan to become a primitive in the deep forest?"

"You're the primitive! You don't even care to see who I went through all this trouble for. Hmph, ungrateful wretch! I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to the lake to wash up!"

"Haha, go ahead, wash yourself clean, aborigine!"

"Yuan Qian'er, do you want to die?" Xuanxuan Feng was on the verge of a rampage.

"Haha, Moming, where are Qingcheng and Murong Xuan? Are they not here?" Yuan Qian'er searched around and couldn't find Su Qingcheng, so she asked out loud.

"Miss Yuan, look behind you, they're here!"

"Qian'er, did you win?" Su Qingcheng came running over at full speed, immediately concerned about the outcome of the match.

"You idiot, where on earth did you run off to? I almost suffocated in the lake, and you were nowhere to be found when I came up!"

"Oh, hey, I didn't mean to. I don't know why, but I just fell asleep. See, as soon as I woke up I came looking for you. Tell me quickly, who won?" Su Qingcheng was puzzled as to how she could have fallen asleep like that.

"Nobody won. The match was voided, we didn't finish it. As for you, stop always thinking about winning; you're no match for those two scheming masterminds!" Yuan Qian'er was at least smart enough to have some self-awareness.

"Fine. By the way, I just saw an African aborigine heading toward the lake. How are there aborigines in ancient times?"

"Pfft, haha, that aborigine was Xuanxuan Feng!"

"Ah? Xuanxuan Feng? Haha, did things go badly for him in romance so he lost his mind and blew himself up like that?"

Xuanxuan Feng felt immensely wronged. He was a complete victim, and the ultimate mastermind behind it all was Mo Yiran—it was that big schemer who had ordered it all!