Chapter 165 - 137 Cave Sky Pool_3
The White Wolf eyed the little squirrels with a yearning to eat them, but alas, could not climb trees and could only bark and howl at them. To its surprise, the naive little squirrels were not the least bit afraid of it.
However, as soon as Monkey Brother arrived, the little squirrels became scared and scurried away in panic, squealing. Monkey Brother also wanted to catch them for a snack, but Qian Yixiu persuaded him, "There’s plenty of food here for you, so let’s not chase after them. In all of Shixi Mountain, only this place has some squirrels and birds; perhaps they are spirit creatures placed here by immortals, and we should cherish them."
So Monkey Brother dropped the idea.
Seeing that the monkey was no longer after them, the little squirrels returned and climbed up the trees to watch the commotion.
Once her nerves completely relaxed, a wave of fatigue rushed over her like a tide. Qian Yixiu mustered her strength to walk into the Peach Grove and took out two small cotton jackets from her bag—one to lay on the ground and the other to wear—and sat down leaning against a tree, falling asleep in an instant.
She was awakened by the sound of birds chirping. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a sea of peach blossoms. A little squirrel with round, curious eyes was sitting on her leg, and she thought she was dreaming of being in an Immortal Realm.
Only after seeing Monkey Brother asleep against another tree, and White Wolf sleeping nearby, did she remember she had come to the Imaginary land - Dongtian Pool.
She picked up the little squirrel and said with a smile, "Good morning, little squirrel."
The little squirrels here were even cuter than those outside the valley, with long bushy tails, their grey fur tinged with a touch of golden yellow.
The little squirrel seemed to sense that she meant no harm and let her hold it, still staring blankly at her. Qian Yixiu chuckled and tapped its little pink nose with her finger. The little squirrel twitched its nose and relaxed even more, docilely lying in her embrace.
Qian Yixiu then placed the little squirrel on her lap and took out a small pouch from her bosom, filled with gifts she had received from the Zhang family. She remembered that a lady from the provincial capital had given her a unique little necklace—a red cord with a jade pendant smaller than a fingertip, shaped like a little squirrel.
She found the necklace, put it around the little squirrel’s neck, looping it twice and tying it securely. "We are fated to meet, this is my gift to you," she said.