Chapter 968: Naughty
Chapter 968: Naughty
"Not even this... and you're helpless against it?"
Looking at the green Fuyan that was almost blinking incessantly, Snake Lord Director was utterly dumbfounded as his mind was flooded with a barrage of questions.
This damn thing is the eyes of Wan Wu Tian Chan!
Although it had almost no offensive capabilities and its body was a hundred times more fragile than that of a cicada, it was capable of thoroughly analyzing a small-scale plane within the time it took for a cicada to sing. It was the Green Lord, one of the four supreme Zhu Shen, who had ascended to his position solely through the purest observation!
This... this...
This thing is trying to analyze me!
While Snake Lord Director was still in a daze, Lyon, whose mind was also filled with questions, reacted first and immediately launched an attack without hesitation.
There were too many bizarre anomalies, and who knew what strange abilities they might encounter, so... regardless of whether there was hostility or not, if something seemed amiss, it was better to take them down first!
"Wait!"
Just as the tip of the silver blade, gleaming like half a snowflake, was about to slice through the inner side of Snake Lord Director's gleaming incisors, a clean white finger quietly emerged and precisely pinched the blade's tip.
"You really are... never mind."
Seeing Lyon's immediate response to the situation, not even giving him half a chance, Red-haired Director, who had emerged from the Ji Shen Hu, couldn't help but sigh. She then raised both hands in surrender.
"You win, I surrender. Isn't it enough that I came out? If you have any questions, just ask..."
Seeing Lyon suddenly sidestep to avoid her palm, Red-haired Director narrowed her eyes and then retracted her palm, wiping off the invisible agent from her Fu Shen Jing Jian. She sighed in disappointment.
In the instant she sighed, the painter's body, which housed Lyon's consciousness, wavered, and he strangely retreated at least thirty meters. On both sides of his head, clumps of yellow mud appeared, sealing his ear canals tightly... and even that wasn't the end of it.
Amidst Snake Lord Director's strained expression, a pair of sunglasses appeared on the painter's nose bridge, his nostrils were stuffed with cotton, and more than half of his body was hidden in the shadow of a building. In front of him, numerous palm-sized animals floated, completely blocking his face.
"..."
Is it that specifically targeted?
Red-haired Director couldn't help but sigh in annoyance as she looked at Lyon, fully equipped, thirty meters away. She retracted her left foot, which had secretly stepped on Lyon's shadow, removed the golden silk sachet embroidered with a naked angel from her waist, and finally swatted away the transparent flying mosquitoes that were heading towards those small animals.
"Alright, come here."
After putting away all the bizarre anomalies, Red-haired Director complained irritably:
"..."
"Come on, hurry up. I came out in a hurry, and I don't have many anomalies with me for a sneak attack, just these few."
"..."
"Really, I'm not lying."
I don't believe you!
Lyon shook his head at Red-haired Director, struggled to read her lips through the sunglasses, and then pointed to his throat and then in her direction.
"Tsk..."
Amidst Snake Lord Director's toothache-like expression, Red-haired Director scowled and spat out a bronze whistle the size of a bean, then opened her mouth towards Lyon, who was thirty meters away.
"Come over, this time it's really gone!"
"No need."
Staring at the whistle blown out by the red-haired director, Lyon only took off the yellow mud that was glued to his ears after confirming that it was the [Sleep Throat Whistle] that could put the soul to sleep through conversation, and then he took off the yellow mud that was glued to his ears. Behind the wall built by a group of foxes, rats, and pangolins, Lyon opened his mouth behind the wall and said vigilantly:
"You just say it over there, I can hear it!"
"This time it's really gone!"
"Whether or not it matters, you just stand there and say it!"
"..."
I'm really annoyed with you guys who have so many ideas...
Looking at the two people who are gesturing at a distance of more than thirty meters, one of whom insists on having the other come over to chat, while the other refuses to get close, the Snake Director's mouth corners couldn't help but twitch, and then he couldn't help but open his mouth:
"Can you two start talking soon? I'm over here... eh?"
Accompanied by a strange pulsation, the Snake Director's heartbeat strangely stagnated for half a second, and then the blood in his whole body suddenly poured back, uncontrollably converging towards his back.
This is... Crimson Heart? ! ! !
The Snake Director, who reacted to the wrong thing, suddenly turned around, and then couldn't help but be shocked to find that the Food God had let him sit on the old chair with a broken back, and there was actually a pea-sized crack on it.
As he turned, the old chair's backrest was torn, revealing a palm-sized small mirror embedded inside, and a huge crimson heart, which was exposed in the corner of the small mirror, was sticking to the Snake Director's back through the skin and flesh behind his back.
"Now we can talk."
After waving his hand to send all the small animals blocking him back to the mountains, Lyon took a breath with his right hand inserted into a mirror, and then while pinching the crimson heart and violently drawing blood, he pointed at the Snake Director, who was drawn pale and trembling thirty meters away, and shouted to the red-haired director thirty meters away:
"Director! I've caught him, you've lost!"
You've learned to be bad, eh~
Looking at the Snake Director, who was drawn blood and turned white, the red-haired director couldn't help but shake his head, and then looking at Lyon thirty meters away, he opened his mouth and raised his tongue, revealing a slightly proud smile.
But I'm still a little worse~
? ! ! !
Looking at the pink tongue under the red-haired director's mouth, the small, bronze whistle the size of a soybean, Lyon's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, and then he reached out and grabbed the crimson heart, ready to kill the Snake Director first!
However, after "talking" with the red-haired director for several sentences, the Snake Director at this time had already been put on several layers of [Sleep Throat Whistle] effect, and his palm hadn't even had time to use force before it softened.
And under the director's high 69-point immersion value drive, this inconspicuous little whistle played an extremely terrifying effect. Even though Lyon relied on [Materialism] to offset nearly 40% of the effect, he was still forcibly dragged into a short sleep.
Furthermore, not only Lyon himself, but all things that were connected to Lyon through the [Soft Rice Badge], including the entire area of Lily City, which was nearly 10,000 square kilometers, were all sent into the quiet dreamland along with Lyon's consciousness.
(End of Chapter)
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