"Fuck!"
Everyone was shocked and retreated.
But unexpectedly, those clay dolls looked short and fat, and seemed to have no legs at all.
Their movements were extremely swift, and they stuck closely to each monk like a shadow.
Several of them had already gathered at Lin Manman's feet.
They tilted their little heads, whose faces were unclear, and stretched out their sticky, muddy little hands, constantly pulling at Lin Manman's trouser legs.
"Mom, Mom, give me a hug~~"
"Mom, Mom, let's play together~~"
"Hug, play~~"
"My mother loves me~~~"
Lin Manman looked down.
All you could hear were the soft and tender voices coming from their mouths that were stretched to their ears.
The rustling sound was as soft as a mosquito's.
Just when Lin Manman paused, all the clay dolls had merged into a wet lump of mud.
It looked as if it was about to crawl up from below and swallow Lin Manman whole...
"Ahhh! Don't come over here!!!"
The eldest lady at the side was waving a long red whip and jumping around on the spot, as if she was doing a fierce tap dance.
Her natal whip can split mountains and rocks, and she is extremely powerful.
Even an ordinary cultivator would suffer severe injuries if touched by it.
But at this time, the lower half of the whip was already covered in heavy mud.
When the young lady was dancing, she felt as if she was carrying a thousand pounds of weight.
What's more, the most terrible thing is that the mud seemed to have developed consciousness and was still climbing up the upper part of the whip at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It looked like he was about to climb into the hands of the eldest lady.
And those terrifying clay dolls had already been stuck on her trouser legs at some point.
The sticky liquid gathered into a ball and surged towards her body.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
The eldest lady's eyes narrowed when she saw this.
Regardless of the consequences, he was about to burst out with all his spiritual power, ready to fight to the death.
But at this critical moment, Lin Manman's cry was heard immediately:
"Don't move!"
“That’s also the store rules.”
"Don't hurt them."
“Fulfill their wishes and play with them.”
“Don’t be afraid…”
Upon hearing this, the eldest lady stopped moving suddenly.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, in the blink of an eye, Lin Manman was completely swallowed up by the rolling mud.
The young lady's eyes were bloodshot and she roared:
"Master!?——"
According to her personality, she would rather die with honor than live in disgrace.
She was determined to fight those rotten muds to the death, even if it meant they both perished.
However, Lin Manman's instructions are still ringing in my ears.
The master told her not to move, not to be afraid, and not to hurt...them?!
what to do? !
What should she do? !
Are we just going to sit there and surrender like this?!
She doesn't accept it!
she……
Two completely different thoughts were constantly tearing her body and mind apart.
The young lady's whole body stiffened, and the hand holding the whip began to tremble uncontrollably...
At the same time, the lobby was already in chaos.
"Who are you, the evildoer, that dares to harass me? Get lost!"
"Get out!——"
A tall monk in official robes was swinging his whisk continuously.
According to his cultivation level, the whisk can transform into thousands of white silk threads and can kill a high-level cultivator in an instant.
At this moment, he tried his best and finally turned the whisk into a net.
All the clay dolls were trapped in it by him.
"Woo-woo! Woo-woo!"
The clay dolls in the net closed their eyes, clenched their fists tightly, opened their mouths wide, and cried loudly.
“Mom, Mom…”
"Mother, mother..."
The crying was so loud that the monk became more and more agitated and his eyes turned red.
He clenched his fists and roared as he slapped the net:
"Strangle!"
The next moment, the net tightened forcefully.
There came the sound of bones breaking and flesh being crushed into mud.
“Tick!”
“Tick!”
As drops of scarlet blood dripped from the net, the monk felt relieved.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard the cry of a child beside his ears:
“Wuwuwu…”
"Why doesn't mother like us and wants to kill us?"
"Are we not well behaved? Aren't we cute? Wuuwuwu..."
The childish voice sounded extremely aggrieved, and the listener immediately felt guilty and wished he could die to apologize to the world.
But what can be done? This cultivator practices the way of ruthlessness and has a heart of stone.
He bit his tongue hard and delivered a full-strength attack:
"You are such a bold monster! How dare you disturb my mind? You will be killed without mercy!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Almost at the same moment, the voice in the monk's ears suddenly became sharp, shrill, and hysterical:
"No! It's not!"
"It's not that we are not good or cute, it's mom!"
"She's not a good mother, she's a bad mother."
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
In the blink of an eye, the whisk originally controlled by the monk was already covered with mud.
Afterwards, he suddenly rushed into the monk's angry mouth, glaring eyes, ears, and even nostrils.
"Mmmmm!"
The monk began to struggle violently.
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