"Make another hat for each of them to wear," Qian Jiyun thought for a mont and said.
A rainbow of colors may not be suitable to wear, but kids can wear hats, and maybe there are other ways.
"If Nuonuo really wants to make clothes for her brothers, make a layer for them. Whether it’s Huayan Peak or Wulong Mountain, there are many dangers."
After all, they live in different places, not in those planes where nobody can harm them.
"That sounds good."
An Jiuyue thought about it and agreed.
Then, she thought of the hidden good teacher in the small space and frowned.
"Is he just hiding like this? How long do we have to wait?"
She was waiting to deal with the man and then return to the camp to accompany her children peacefully. She may have raised Nuonuo herself, but not the other kids; she needs to bond with her sons.
"It should be soon."
Qian Jiyun believed the man was nearly unable to hold out.
An Jiuyue’s poison was no joke. The good teacher had already reached his limit after several days. If he didn’t co out soon, he might end up as compost in his own space.
As for the things he knows, they are not that important. He can slowly discover the essential mories of inter-plane travelers.
...
Qian Jiyun was right; the good teacher truly couldn’t hold out. He ca out shortly after Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue left.
Of course, since he had used Original Soul energy to check once before, he couldn’t use it again shortly, so when he ca out, he thought Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue were still inside.
He planned to negotiate conditions even if both were present.
Little did he know that once out, the space was empty, not a soul in sight, leaving him so angry he nearly died on the spot.
The aroma of barbeque seed to linger in the air, tempting him to drool.
But the two people who should have been in the space were long gone; they must have left intentionally, knowing he would erge.
"Qian Jiyun, An Jiuyue, you’re good!"
He took a deep breath; if he could leave Qian Jiyun’s space, he’d confront them.
They poisoned him every day, making life unbearable enough, but then ignored him. Couldn’t they fear him destroying all the things An Tu entrusted him with?
"Co out; believe it or not, I’ll destroy them all!" he shouted at the air in anger.
If the two didn’t co out and negotiate terms, he’d endure more poisoning pain.
The agony was unimaginable; he didn’t want to experience it again.
Especially as he lacked the strength to commit suicide, even biting his tongue was impossible, and he knew it wouldn’t kill him.
"I don’t believe you."
Just as he was losing his mind, a wispy voice sounded in his ear.
"Ah!"
Terrified, his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground.
"Tsk tsk."
Dragon Soul appeared, looking disdainful.
Still here, making grand threats? Who gave him the courage?
Destroy those items? Those things were his last straw; could he easily destroy them?
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