Jiang Si, with her chubby little face of a seven or eight-year-old, smiled brightly, pinched Jiang Jiang, who was begging for mercy, and turned her over so that the back of her head hit the ground and her face was up. "Baby, you begged for mercy too late."
"No, no, Mom... don't devour my spiritual power, please..."
Jiang Jiang's shrill voice echoed in the room.
As Jiang Si's pleas for mercy echoed, she devoured his spiritual energy, which then flowed into her body through the hand gripping his neck.
In no time at all.
Four or five-year-old Jiangjiang's face was deathly pale, her black hair had turned completely white, and her eyes were no longer lively or bright, making her look decades older.
After swallowing, Jiang Si's face was rosy, her gaze sharp. She slowly withdrew her hand from Jiang Jiang's neck, gave it a disdainful shake, and chuckled lightly: "Baby, your spiritual power is really mixed, fire, water, lightning, wind..."
"Tsk, what a pity. You're not good at any of them, and none of them are very powerful. You can only fool those who don't know anything about them. In front of me, you're just showing off your limited skills. It's really not a good look."
Garbage is garbage; it may seem comprehensive, but not a single piece is useful.
Jiang Jiang, with her head of premature gray hair, slowly got up from the ground, staring straight at Jiang Si with her bloodshot eyes accusingly saying, "Mom, I don't know any of those superpowers you mentioned!"
"Why don't you believe me? You don't believe that my only purpose in growing up is to be a threat to you, and I will never be a threat to you!"
Jiang Si looked at the little one in front of her, her smile widening: "Baby, you won't become a threat to me? If I had arrived any later today, your father, that old, immortal vampire, would have had his spiritual power devoured by you."
"I didn't... He's my father..."
"You didn't?" Jiang Si felt tired of squatting on the ground talking to him, so she shoved him against the wall again, making a crack in the wall, and then stood up straight: "You didn't? Do you think I'm blind? Can't you see that Jiu Feng is resistant to you?"
She altered Jiu Feng's memories and fabricated her adorable persona; in effect, she created a new Jiu Feng.
Then, she could tell at a glance who Jiu Feng was afraid of, who she disliked, and who she was wary of. This little zombie was still stubborn and wouldn't admit it.
"The little bird was worried about its father... mistaking my concern for malice." Jiangjiang, her face covered in blood, desperately denied it, her whole body trembling like a willow, drifting aimlessly, unable to touch the ground.
Jiang Si gripped his neck: "Baby, why do you think I'm not killing you?"
Jiangjiang: "..."
"I'm not killing you because you're a real old, immortal vampire." Jiang Si gripped his neck tightly, clenching it until it turned blue. "The old bastard isn't letting you die for now, so I won't kill you. Do you know why I devoured your spiritual power?"
Extreme panic and fear flashed in Jiang Jiang's eyes. He had been seen through and had nowhere to hide. He stared at the Mother Body that was choking him for a long time, and slowly shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know why you want to devour my spiritual power."
Jiang Si raised the corners of her mouth, her childish voice carrying an icy edge: "Because you tried to take advantage of the old man's injury to hurt him and devour him."
Jiangjiang: "..."
"You think you're worthy of hurting him or devouring him?" Jiang Si said as if telling a huge joke: "When I met him, you were still nobody. If he's going to die, only I deserve to kill him, and only I can kill him. Only I can hurt him and devour him. You're just a defective product. Who do you think you are, daring to covet him?"
After Jiang Si finished speaking, she threw Jiang Jiang to the ground, stepped on his face, and changed her expression faster than flipping through a book: "Baby, remember this, be a good son to this old man, make him happy, make him laugh, and you can continue to live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years."
"I don't want to live a long life, I want to grow up." Jiangjiang's face was pressed tightly against the ground, tears streaming from her eyes. "Mom, I just want to grow up. I was nurtured in a container, and I'm only this big. I've never grown up."
"The scenery I see is only at the height of a four or five-year-old. I can't see the scenery at the height of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, or a twenty-something-year-old."
“You are an all-rounder except for spatial abilities. As for me, even if my father tries his best to raise me to be like you, I... I can never be even one ten-thousandth as good as you.”
"I just want to grow up. You don't know, I've grown up today. Even if I only look like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, I'm happy. I'm extremely happy."
“Real tea.” Jiang Si scoffed, hitting the nail on the head: “As expected of someone with a 3,000-year-old soul and mind, even after I’ve made you like this, you really are like someone who has drunk all the green tea in China.”
"Since that's the case, then don't blame me, baby..."
What are you going to do?
What are you going to do?
As Jiang Si questioned him, her spiritual power, as fine as a needle tip, pierced into his body, entered his mental sea, and peered into his memories and thoughts.
Then, Jiangjiang's eyes, filled with fear, suddenly widened... blank, lifeless... her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed, and all the strength in her body dissipated.
Seeing that he was unconscious, Jiang Si threw him to the ground, where he had gray hair and looked like he was dead.
Jiang Si glanced at him, shook her hand, and took out a large cup from her spatial storage, revealing her previously cut wrist again.
The fiery red willow branch wrapped around her wrist automatically disappeared, and blood gushed from her wrist again, dripping into the large cup.
The blood from the cup spilled out, and the fiery red willow branch wrapped around her wrist once more, stopping the bleeding. The computer and bracelet slid down, completely concealing her wound.
Jiang Si broke off a willow branch, threw it into the cup, tightened the lid, shook it, and the fiery red willow branch merged into the blood and disappeared.
She picked up the cup containing the blood, walked out, and closed the door behind her.
Agares stood up from his chair, glanced at the cup in her hand, then swept it over her wrist, his gaze deepening: "Has the child been disciplined enough?"
Jiang Si walked over and grunted in agreement, then lied through her teeth, saying, "He's been disciplined, and the child is crying because he feels guilty."
Agares' voice turned noticeably colder: "Fine, let's go home."
"Wait a moment." Jiang Si shook the cup of blood in her hand. "I've made some willow tea. I'll give it to Shu Xubai."
Agares stared at the cup in her hand. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Jiang Si passed by him, walked to the bathroom door, pressed down on the door panel, pushed the door open, and saw Jiu Feng straddling Shu Xubai's lap, Shu Xubai's hands inside his shirt, pressed against his waist.
Because she suddenly opened the door, Shu Xubai was startled and stood up abruptly. Jiu Feng, who was sitting on his lap, was thrown to the ground, revealing her fair and bare chest.
Shu Xubai stepped aside, blocking Jiang Si's view, and said in a cheeky tone, "Oh, honey, I thought you left. Turns out you didn't. Is there anything else?"
Jiang Si held up the cup of blood in front of Shu Xubai, her mouth splitting into a wide grin like a little devil: "I didn't leave. How about we exchange it for a scene to see?"
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