[I’m laughing my head off, competing with heads? If you have heads, so do I.]
[Those over there are fighting like kids, while these are competing with heads. Yinhua specializes in countering Yongming, haha!]
[This skill weapon is too powerful, my goodness. The flower is so beautiful, too beautiful to look at.]
The Human Pupa Master looked at Ning Su with a livid expression. “I didn’t expect you to be hiding so much.”
Then she smiled again, “But my pupae aren’t ordinary heads; their mouths are quite formidable.”
Ning Su was curious: “Do you have a special liquid in your pupa tank that can sustain these pupae?”
People generally couldn’t survive after turning into these elongated pupae; it must be due to the sticky liquid on them.
It’s like the flower attendants with their bulging veins; normal people couldn’t survive like that either. They relied entirely on the ‘holy water’.
Ning Su thought the pupae were like flower attendants.
This was like a contest between the Dark Swamp flower and the flower attendants.
Human Pupa Master: “You seem knowledgeable. Good, as long as you understand. They are much stronger and more poisonous than ordinary humans!”
With that, a pupa lunged straight at Ning Su.
Shi Tianzhu faced off against the Black-clothed Azan, Ning Su against the Human Pupa Master, leaving Xia Ke and Jia Chensheng.
But now, zombie faction players were rushing over.
Xia Ke glanced at the two zombie faction players and then turned back to see a small figure standing in front of her.
Gui Sheng was thin and small, with a tuft of soft hair curving upwards. Clenching his small fists, he faced Jia Chensheng, ready to fight.
Xia Ke: “...”
Jia Chensheng: “...”
[...]
[Tears are welling up, folks. Such a small body with such a big burden.]
[Hahaha, do you know, Jia Chensheng’s skill weapon is a hurricane fan? He can blow away a thousand of such small children with one fan!]
Gui Sheng’s ashen little hand waved behind him at Xia Ke, “Sister, go!”
“Boys have to protect girls~”
“...”
Xia Ke couldn’t stand it anymore. She went up to grab the child, but the male player on the left had already come over with an axe.
Xia Ke had no choice but to pull out an iron net and smash it over.
Jia Chensheng sighed at the child, “Get out of the way, I won’t hit you.”
The child refused to move. “Hit me.”
Jia Chensheng folded his fan.
Gui Sheng: “Hmm?”
The child tilted his head and looked at him for a few seconds, then started running towards him on his short legs.
Jia Chensheng reached out unhurriedly, intending to hold the child’s head down.
Unexpectedly, the child was unbelievably fast. When Jia Chensheng realized how terrifying his speed was, a sense of gravity arose in his heart, but it was already too late.
The child rushed forward like a small cannonball, headbutting Jia Chensheng and sending him flying.
The child also had some problems, losing an eyeball in the collision.
[......?]
[???]
[Wound the enemy by 800, hurt oneself by 1,000?]
[Sent flying ten meters?]
[Awesome? Such a small body with such great power!]
Jia Chensheng propped himself up on the ground, standing up after two tries.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, holding his stomach with one hand, and looked pale and solemnly at the child who was picking up his own eyeball.
He had been through the <Flower Servant> dungeon with Ning Su.
In the water prison, these two children didn’t appear.
In the Flower Hall, the two children were outside.
The two children appeared beside Ning Su during the time Ning Su was with the Yenan family. At that time, Jia Chensheng and he were not in the same family and only met two or three times when going to the Dark Swamp to find flowers.
The little boy was either hiding behind Ning Su’s legs or following the little girl to collect money, looking both clumsy and silly.
Jia Chensheng knew that the little girl was not simple, but he underestimated the little boy.
He reopened the fan, and sharp steel blades shot out from the ribs.
[No way, he’s just a dumb little kid.]
[The kid who made Jia Chensheng cough up blood?]
[The kid whose eyeballs can fall out at will?]
When Jia Chensheng opened the fan, Gui Sheng had just picked up his eyeball, holding it in his hand without putting it back in place.
He looked at Jia Chensheng with one big eye and an empty socket that Ning Su loved.
As the hurricane approached, he clenched his small fists and stood with his body bent forward.
Yellow sand flew, and dirt filled the sky.
In the center of the hurricane stood the little boy. Black lines spread across his gray-white face, and a small crack appeared on the ground beneath his feet. His small figure remained unmoved.
Jia Chensheng summoned another hurricane with all his strength.
The little boy, surprisingly, stepped forward against the hurricane, walking straight ahead.
Under his small white sneakers, cracks spread rapidly, heading straight towards Jia Chensheng.
[Holy crap, what kind of kid is this?]
[‘He’s just a dumb little kid’]
[Who said Ning Su is weak? Look at his two little puppets and dare to say he’s weak?]
On one side, Gui Sheng walked towards Jia Chensheng against the hurricane.
On the other side, Manman directly pierced through one of the little ghosts of the Black-clothed Azan with a skeletal hand.
The little ghost was a small bronze figure, extremely hard.
For some reason, when Manman attacked, it couldn’t move at all and was just dumbly pierced through the shoulder blade and flung aside.
Beeswax flowed quickly, and the little ghosts staggered on top of it. A white mummy bandage curled forward, wrapping them together and lifting them upward.
A lotus lantern beneath them emitted a faint ghostly fire, its scorching heat making them scream in pain.
Of the five little ghosts, each with their own strengths, only those using poison and sound could still struggle and resist, one spreading toxic gas, the other piercing the brain with sound.
But it seemed to have no effect on these four ghost friends.
Especially the little girl; she seemed to be naturally able to suppress the little ghosts.
The Black-clothed Azan furrowed his brows. He hadn’t expected that the four little ghosts would suppress his own ghost right from the start.
Control lines appeared on the fingers of his right hand. As he moved his fingers, a taut purple gauze, sharp as a blade, flew towards his hand. If he hadn’t withdrawn his hand in time, it would have been pierced.
