Chapter 5637: Penny-Pinching
He didn't know why, but every time something happened involving his wife or son, everyone loved to glare at him, and when they got agitated, they'd even chase him to hit him. Sometimes Mo Lian felt incredibly wronged!
Like now, what did his son digging dirt have to do with him? Why were all these people staring at him with such peculiar looks? It was utterly baffling.
Little Mo Bao dug up several large bags of dirt, tidied them up, and stashed them in his storage talisman. He then turned to glance around. Seeing all the uncles and elders standing behind him, looking at him with slight exasperation, the kid instinctively shoved the storage talisman into his pocket, his eyes warily fixed on them. He waved his little hands repeatedly, "If you want some, you have to dig it yourselves, I don't have any to share."
Feng Chen twitched his lips hard, then turned to Qiaoqiao. "Qiaoqiao, I think Little Tuanzi has already..." Seeing Madam Qiaoqiao's chilly gaze, Feng Chen lightly coughed and continued, "...completely learned Lian's penny-pinching habit."
"You're absolutely right," Madam Qiaoqiao nodded vigorously, letting out a sigh. "This temperament is truly too much like his father's, sigh."
Mo Lian: ...
Little Mo Bao blinked, then hopped over to his mother, "Mommy, do you think this Nine Palace Illusion Array might have trapped others inside too?"
Qiaoqiao nodded. "Definitely."
"Then why haven't we encountered anyone else so far?"
"Perhaps the array is too big," Qiaomu said dismissively.
"Wrong!" Little Mo Bao, acting like an old sage, wagged his finger and mysteriously leaned close to his mother. "I think this Nine Palace Illusion Array has separated all of us."
"But perhaps if you look from a high vantage point, you can see everyone who entered is currently wandering around in this grand array. However, everyone here is lost in the moment! They definitely can't see anyone else."
"For example, if I punch like this," Little Mo Bao swung a fist forcefully, then calmly retracted his small fist, "you might think I'm just hitting air, but in reality, I might have already hit someone else."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the air in front of them slightly stirred, and a wailing figure "thudded" to the ground at their feet.
Everyone hastily shifted two steps, huddling together and staring warily at the suddenly appearing fellow.
The man had been punched in the left eye by Little Mo Bao. He lay on the ground, sporting a large black eye, moaning and groaning.
"You... aren't you that person from the Western Region?" The Eastern Dominator twitched his lips, clearly finding the man somewhat familiar.
Dao Wuji sported a comical grin. "I suddenly feel that this five-year-old kid makes a lot of sense."
Everyone: ...
"Why do I feel like my intelligence is being crushed?"
A small child, yet so insightful in seeing problems. They must be stupid for not understanding the profound mysteries of this illusion array.
Duan Yue stepped forward and kicked the air, indeed kicking out another figure.
Everyone followed suit, punching and kicking the air. Many people cried out, emerging from seemingly nowhere with bewildered expressions on their faces.
What happened? Hadn't they parted ways just now? How did they end up back in front of Madam Mo and her group of ominous figures so soon?
"Don't panic," Madam Qiaoqiao offered them a very friendly smile.
Yet, this group of people didn't seem to appreciate it much, shivering even more violently than before.