1812 Being All That
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"Wait! Wait for me!" A weak voice came from behind.Mo Lian turned around to see Dao Wuji scrambling over in a sorry state.
His face was completely green, and he was in a mess. The giant morning glory had covered his whole body with its green and gooey spit, and his hair had flopped down onto his shoulders. He looked just like he had gone through the wringer several thousand times.
He was chased by a giant morning glory that kept chomping after him. It flashed its serrated teeth as it coasted over with its branches.
Dao Wuji scampered over in zigzags and hugged Mo Lian's thigh at once, crying, "Big Bro, Big Bro save me."
Everybody looked at him speechlessly. How could this old brat call him "Big Bro" so seamlessly?/l
No matter how young you looked, you were an old geezer more than one hundred years old. Aren't you too shameless calling a twenty or so young lad "Big Bro!"
Yet Dao Wuji didn't mind this. He hastily locked his arms around Mo Lian's thigh and howled, "Big Bro, bring me with you, Big Bro!"
The Little Despot kicked his butt. "Get up!"
He was embarrassing them with his blubbering!
Mo Lian squinted at the giant morning glory that was gliding over with its branches, and he produced a thread of sacred fire in his palm.
The black flame suddenly drifted above the giant morning glory's head. It did not descend but emitted a horrifying pressure that was characteristic of the sacred-rank.
"Submit or die." Mo Lian's voice was ice-cold.
"Chigoo." The giant morning glory spit out sticky fluid and flashed its steely teeth.
The black fire above its head started combusting with a whoosh before it could react, threatening to burn its branches in the next second.
"Chigoo!" The giant morning glory retracted its branches and promptly hid its steely teeth.
It shook its giant morning glory flower and wriggled its branches before suddenly starting to shrink. Only after reaching the size of a human fist did it start bouncing toward Mo Lian while waving its branches.
Discretion is the better part of valor. A flower who understands the times is a wise flower!
This man who could manipulate sacred fire felt very scary. It was better to surrender…
Mo Lian extended his hand with an open palm.
The tiny morning glory hopped into his palm and squirmed its small body to ingratiate itself with Mo Lian.
"What do you want this man-eating flower for?" The Little Despot glanced at it with contempt.
Dao Wuji, who was still covered with its green sticky spit, concurred. "It's useless besides being able to spit poison."
Mo Lian swept them a glance. "What do you bachelors know."
Qiaoqiao would definitely like it!
If his wifey found this man-eating flower ugly, she could also incorporate it into medicine!
If the man-eating flower were to know the crown prince's thoughts, it would definitely bite him to death.
How do you have the cheek to incorporate a poisonous flower that was close to cultivating to the sacred realm into medicine?
The crown prince ignored the Little Despot after this and tossed the man-eating flower onto his shoulder before walking off.
The Little Despot glanced at Feng Chen. "What does that squirt mean?"
"It means you don't have a wife." The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal looked at the Little Despot with sympathy. "But it's impossible for you to have one with that small body of yours."
The Little Despot's face had turned green from these digs!
A wife, a wife. Does having a wife make you all that!
