Chapter 5650: Illusion 9
"Mama, Daddy dislikes little dumpling!" Mo Bao immediately reported.
Mo Lian hooked his long leg, directly sending the small creature over to Peach Blossom Divine Venerable. Feng Chen found himself holding a stinky little treasure, not knowing whether to throw him or keep him. His handsome face immediately turned a bit green.
"You're too stinky, little dumpling."
"Am I?" The little guy even lifted his sleeve to sniff it, then blinked and touched his own face. "Uncle Peach Blossom, could what I dug earlier not be dirt, but bird droppings?" The rascal then bounced into Peach Blossom Divine Venerable's arms, rubbing back and forth on his clothes.
Feng Chen was somewhat petrified, his arms holding the little one slightly stiff.
Mo Lian chuckled, nodding and saying, "It seems very possible. Or perhaps there were bird droppings mixed into that jar of dirt you dug."
Madam Qiaoqiao felt that Qiaoqiao's Lian probably hit the nail on the head. So she pinched her nose and called out, "Son, take that jar of dirt to the uncles and aunts over there."
"Tell them to put it on."
"Okay!" Mo Bao's phoenix-like eyes sparkled as he looked at his mother. "Mama, do you want some too?"
"No, thanks." Thank your whole family, no! "It's too stinky, son, you keep it and enjoy it yourself."
"Strange, it wasn't that stinky when I dug it." The little guy grumbled to himself as he got down from Rotten Peach Blossom, walking with his short legs, thud, thud, thud, towards the Holy Domain group. Perhaps it had been sealed in the jar for too long, and that's why the smell had dissipated.
"Uncles and aunts, for you to use." Mo Bao happily raised the jar in his hand, offering it to the stiff-faced pot-bellied man. "Don't worry. I have several more jars after this one is used up. Absolutely enough for everyone."
"Thank you, Young Master." The pot-bellied man almost forced those words through gritted teeth. Thank your whole family, Young Master!
"You're welcome." The child nodded earnestly. "Just remember to owe me a favor. My Mama said, 'It's impolite not to reciprocate!' I'm sure you're all adults and will keep your promises."
The Holy Domain people: ... Why do we dislike talking to this little devil so much? Can you please stay away from us, little rascal? We really don't want you to cause us any more trouble.
But strangely enough, that special mixture of bird droppings and dirt was truly very effective. During the time the little guy walked over and talked to them, not a single black bird swooped down to attack them. It was clear that the birds themselves found that smell utterly repulsive.
"Hurry and put it on," the little guy said, looking at them encouragingly. "You're all adults, so you should understand the logic better than me. Between a bad smell and your life, life is more important, right?"
"In life, what's face worth? If your life is gone, then truly everything is gone."
Everyone looked bewildered, quickly opened their jars, and with many hands, divided the dirt and feces, diligently smearing it on themselves. Please, please don't say anything more, our ancestor, just go!
Mo Bao was a little dejected. Squatting by his mother's feet, separated by her eggshell shield, he whispered, "They don't like talking to me. They stop talking after less than three sentences."
His mother, through the shield, encouraged him, "Son, don't be discouraged. Those who didn't like talking to Mama before, later all died."
Everyone: ...