"You sleep like the dead. I moved your arm and you didn't even stir. You probably wouldn't notice if someone carried you off and sold you." After a moment's hesitation, he muttered in an extremely low voice, tossing the blanket back over Xin Huohuo and even going to the trouble of setting up a protective barrier. "You don't even cover yourself properly. No sense of self-preservation. If you catch a cold or get kidnapped, my Master will just have to worry again. What are you trying to pull? You're an absolute jinx. I can't get away from you no matter where I go."
Naturally, Xin Huohuo had no reply.
Yan Huo stomped his foot. With a look of resignation on his face, he passed through the wall once more—and once more got stuck for a good while. After making sure no creature, living or otherwise, had witnessed his embarrassing predicament, he returned to report.
