Forget it, she didn't bother with a child, especially a real little kid who was only as tall as a palm.
"Look at my swordsmanship, ahhhhh... Hey!"
The Book Spirit waved its small sword above Xiao Bai's head.
A few strands of black hair floated past Xiao Bai's eyes.
Xiao Bai caught the falling hair and took a look at it. She exploded instantly! She grabbed the little man and roared at him:
"My head can be cut off, my blood can flow, but my hairstyle cannot be messed up. Allowing you to be on top of my head is already the greatest tolerance I can give you. How dare you cut my hair!"
Shu Ling felt a little guilty: "It's just a few hairs... they will grow back anyway..."
"It's just a few hairs?!" Xiao Bai was so angry that she almost exploded. Her hairline had already moved up because of staying up late frequently, and her hair was sparse. She had tried so many ways to reduce hair loss and tried all kinds of hair growth creams and shampoos. In order to reduce hair loss, she also reduced the number of times she washed her hair. She endured greasy hair just to nourish her hair, but now so many hairs were cut off by this book spirit with one sword!
"Then I'll pull your hair out too!"
As Xiao Bai spoke, he grabbed the long black hair on Shu Ling's head without caring about anything.
"As much hair as you cut off from me, I will pull out as much hair from you!"
The Book Spirit was furious: "You are being unfair! Your head is so much bigger than mine! You are trying to pull my hair out! Come on! Are you going to declare war on me? Come on!"
The man and the book spirit began to pull each other's hair wildly.
The little squirrel Song Bao, who was watching this scene on a tree not far away, was speechless for a moment. He had been separated from Xiao Bai since entering the dark area. This time, he was also attracted by the huge movement of the vines. Who knew that he would see this scene as soon as he came here.
Is its owner only three years old? No, two years old at most!
Songbao was speechless and rolled his eyes!
It picked up the pine cone at hand and threw it at the man and the book spirit.
"Bang" it hit the target accurately, even Shu Ling's small head was hit by the pine cone which was as big as his head.
"Who! How dare you sneak attack me!"
"Who! Come out!"
When the man and the book spirit looked up, they saw a little squirrel on the branch beside them, holding its belly and laughing happily.
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