Junior Sister, Stop Pretending, Master Has Already Seen Through It

"Hey, you little Yunshan Sect, how dare you wander around before your hair is fully grown?" Scarface knocked over the cake basket, "Can you try this cake for me?" Yao Qingqing shrank back, her handkerchief wrinkled: "No, I left it for Master..." "You're pretty stubborn!" Scarface stretched out his hand to grab it, and the junior brothers cheered: "Can't you even protect a piece of cake?" Just as the second senior brother was about to move, Yao Qingqing threw the cake cage with a "Oh!" And the sweet-scented osmanthus cake rolled all over the floor. Her eyes turned red and she shed tears: "You guys are going too far... I can't beat you..." The people in Black Wind Valley laughed even more crazily: "You are still crying? How dare you to cultivate immortality?" Scarface raised his foot to crush the cake. Yao Qingqing suddenly stopped crying. She squatted down and poked the cake covered in mud. Her voice was soft but cold: "My master said that those who waste food will be punished." As soon as he finished speaking, Scarface's feet sank. The cakes all over the floor turned into thin vines and wrapped around his ankles. His wrists were also tied tightly by the vines, making a "clicking" sound. The monk next to him was knocked to the ground before he could react. Yao Qingqing stood up and patted the dust, her eyes lost their timidity and became as bright as tempered stars. She picked up a piece of clean cake and stuffed it into her mouth, saying vaguely: "I told you I couldn't beat you..." She tilted her head and smiled, tapping her fingertips, the vines tightened suddenly, and Scarface screamed in pain. "I never said you don't have to do anything."