However, before even a cup of tea had passed, Mu Huan started slapping people in the face.
Mu Huan was dumbfounded. She had just cleared the grass, but how could it have grown back to its original state in the blink of an eye? And how could the branches and leaves of the green silk flower, which she had just trimmed, have returned to their original messy state in the blink of an eye?
After almost another hour of hard work, Mu Huan was removed and grew back, repaired and grew back again. Over and over again, everything was restored to its original state.
Now she finally understood why her master had such an indescribable expression on his face at that time and insisted on giving her seven days. It turned out that he had buried a big trap for her.
Mu Huan gripped the weeding tool tightly and snapped it off. His method was brutal, clean, and efficient. It seemed normal methods weren't working for these plants, so he had to resort to other methods.
Although Mu Huan had lost his memory, he could still perform some familiar techniques with a flick of his wrist. It was like a familiarity etched into his bones, impossible to remove. Just because a memory disappears doesn't mean it can be erased.
A small, dark blue flame floated above Mu Huan's hands, gleaming brilliantly. However, only those who had endured it knew the destructive power hidden beneath its beautiful exterior.
But before Mu Huan could push the flames out, he was drenched. The Netherworld Holy Fire, which was originally water-resistant, was also extinguished by the water due to the sudden decline of its owner's spiritual power. This was definitely the greatest shame in the Netherworld Holy Fire's history!
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