No matter what happened, they still stared at him vigilantly. If he dared to attack the little King of Hell, don't blame them for attacking him together.
[Look at Zhang Xi’s confused eyes, they have become dotted]
【Zhang Xi OS: Why is no one here to take care of her? 】
Bai Ningning grabbed the old tree from the air, patted it like a ball, and said, "Don't worry, if I die, they will die too. There won't be any trouble left."
The old tree man grinned at her, and she smiled and pinched his face, kneading it like plasticine.
Zhang Xi: “…”
I feel complicated.
I used to think that Little King of Hell was a bad guy.
When I finally changed my mind about her, I found out that she was keeping a bad guy.
Turns out she seems to be more of a villain than a bad guy.
"Reflect on this."
Bai Ningning took the old tree back into the Four Seasons Chronicle of the Yan Realm, and considered whether to give them some psychological education later.
She looked at Zhang Xi again: "You're not going berserk anymore?"
Zhang Xi was also stunned. He looked down at his hands and found that there was indeed no sign of frenzy. Everything had returned to its most normal state.
Bai Ningning turned around and called to Fan Wujiu: "Let's make some records. We will also need to observe him regularly to see if there are any sequelae."
Zhang Xi looked at her blankly: "Aren't you going to hold me responsible?"
Bai Ningning: "Huh? Did you do something bad just now?"
She waved her hands impatiently and walked towards the unfinished formation, complaining, "Don't add to my workload so casually. Being the King of Hell is tiring."
Chu Ze complained: "Only drawing the formation requires your personal effort. You've left everything else to others, right? Where's the fatigue?"
Bai Ningning was not entirely right, but she was confident in her argument, and she spoke with a perverse logic that made sense: "Using your brain is a very tiring thing in itself."
Bai Ningning felt that she couldn't be the only one wasting brain cells, so she turned around and decided to attack Zhang Xi, saying, "You also have to submit your own berserker reports, each of which should be no less than a thousand words. Come on."
Zhang Xi: “…Ah?”
Even a ghost has to write a report? He hasn't written these things in eight hundred years!
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