She doesn't want to reshape other people's worldview so quickly.
Qin Feng received the order, glanced at Xiao Youzi's hand, turned around and stood at the door, his eyes piercing.
Little Yuzu pulled out the little ghost, her beautiful eyes meeting its dark, empty pupils. Curious, she poked its chubby cheeks and asked, "You're a Kumanthong, a foreign ghost? Or a little ghost?"
"Wait a minute." Little Yuzu looked at the little devil in her hand again and frowned. "You shouldn't be like this."
The little demon in front of me isn't a little demon; it must be a Kumanthong.
Kuman Thong are made by highly accomplished monks using extremely powerful magic, and it costs a lot of money to acquire them.
In foreign countries, Kuman Thong refers to the spirits of unborn children who were aborted or died prematurely, and who are then purified and brought into the Buddhist order through Buddhist teachings.
As a Buddhist child, he was surrounded by golden light, but why did he appear so dark?
It's obvious that it's been tainted by negative karma.
The Kumanthong could not understand much and was instinctively afraid of the little pomelo. It stammered, "You, are you my mother's child?"
"What is that?" Little Yuzu frowned, understanding everything.
The tiny pomelo exuded a dangerous aura, a frightening aura.
The Kumanthong could only see the little pomelo's expression and couldn't understand what she was saying. It only felt that she was provoking it and said fiercely, "This is my mother!"
Unlike when he was scaring Xingdai, he felt more aggrieved now, as if his mother had abandoned him.
He doesn't understand the Chinese he speaks, but he can call out "Mom" very clearly.
That's perfect, since Xiaoyouzi only understands the word "mother" he says.
This kind of communication with all disabilities was driving her crazy.
But she knew that this Kumanthong was looking for its mother.
And they contacted the wrong person.
Little Yuzu glared fiercely at Kumanthong: "Mom? What mom? You can't even find your mom right, ptooey! You little good-for-nothing!"
"This is my mother!" The Kumanthong thought that the little pomelo was going to take its mother away, and its bluish-purple face swelled up.
When the little pomelo's hand slipped out of its grasp, the Kumanthong desperately tried to escape, opening its mouth to bite the pomelo's hand.
"ah!"
The fierce-looking Kumanthong had barely opened its mouth when Xiaoyouzi pinched its hard cheek with two fingers.
She was quite strong, and the Kumanthong was helpless against her.
With a light scoff, Little Pomelo scoffed, "You think you can bite me? Don't you know what kind of evil spirit you are?"
Little Yuzu rolled her eyes and mumbled a few words.
Although the Kumanthong couldn't understand the words, it knew they weren't good things.
But he refused to back down!
Regardless of what Xiaoyouzi was saying, the Kumanthong also started chattering away, and the two, one human and one ghost, who couldn't understand each other's language, started arguing back and forth.
After spraying for a while, Little Pomelo got bored.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she thought of a solution...
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