She was fuming with rage, completely disregarding her image as she cursed: "You little brat, come out! Aren't you here to subdue demons and eradicate evil? Get over here!"
Hiding inside the Mountain and River Map, Nezha listened to No-Life Old Mother rant for ages. He couldn't help but think that her vocabulary was truly too refined—all those "little brat," "little bastard," "scoundrel," "rascal," and so on were utterly devoid of any real impact!
Hmm, coupled with her stunning appearance, it wouldn't be a stretch to say some people might actually enjoy this kind of abuse.
Having watched her perform for quite a while, Nezha thought she must be getting tired. Stretching out his hand, he grabbed Qiongqi from his sleeve. Poor Qiongqi, who had been sound asleep, was bewildered as Nezha seized the scruff of its neck—the very grip of destiny.
