Chapter 392 Explosive! The brat was sold out and still has to help count the money!



What are you going to do?

The Kumanthong's eyes showed fear, and its expression changed.

The main issue is that Little Yuzu's behavior seems too unusual.

Little Yuzu chuckled, her tone gentle yet terrifying: "It won't hurt, just bear with it."

After saying that, she tied up the Kumanthong with a golden rope.

It's like tying up crabs, all bound up tightly.

"What are you doing!" The Kumanthong moved, only to find in horror that it couldn't break free of the golden rope.

Little Pomelo chuckled: "Alright, little thing, this is a ghost-binding rope made by my master. He specially invited a high monk to infuse it with Buddhist teachings. Your abilities are insufficient to shake it."

"Let me go! I want to find my mother!" the Kumanthong cried out in terror.

The human and the ghost each told their own version of events.

"Enough with the nonsense." She tied a knot, then tugged at it; it was very secure.

Xiaoyouzi took out her phone and opened an online translator.

"Are you stupid?" Little Yuzu said, then pressed the translator button, switched to Thai, and turned on the speakerphone.

The Kumanthong on the other side widened its eyes upon hearing this.

Just as he was about to start criticizing, Xiao Youzi, quick as a flash, covered his mouth.

"Say it here." Little Yuzu translated another sentence and clicked translate.

Then, she handed the phone to the Kumanthong and pressed the button.

The Kumanthong was quite clever; it chattered away into the phone for a long time, almost exceeding the character limit due to the excessive amount of text.

"Alright, stop talking." Little Yuzu pinched the Kumanthong's mouth again.

The Kumanthong sheepishly shut its mouth.

Pressing the translator button, the system's cold voice rang out: "This is my mother's house! You won't let me be with my mother! Give me back my mother! You're not my mother's child, I am! You big bad guy! You deserve to die a horrible death! I hate you! Get out of here! Stay away from my mother! And you're the idiot!"

It was originally a tone of righteous indignation.

Unfortunately, after being translated systematically, it became monotonous, and the tone didn't change at all.

The Kumanthong's bluish-purple face puffed up, clearly indicating its anger.

After more than half a year of nurturing, he has grown up.

Although their bodies can't keep up with their growth, their minds and thoughts have matured compared to before, and they are like those of three or four-year-old children.

They even know how to talk back, and they even know what "idiot" means.

Little Yuzu rolled her eyes, took the phone, and said, "That's not your mom. You even mistook your mom, and you still have the nerve to say that! You big idiot! So stupid!"

She has almost never sprayed people or ghosts with her breath; only the Kumanthong in front of her has this honor.

Hearing what Xiaoyouzi said, Kumanthong was stunned for a moment, then her bluish-purple face was filled with anger: "You're talking nonsense! That's my mother, her blood fed me! How could I mistake her!"

You must have lied to me on purpose, huh! You bad guy!

“I’m not talking nonsense. She’s not your mother. You can’t even tell that? That’s so lame,” Little Yuzu retorted without hesitation.

Upon hearing the translation, the Kumanthong went completely mad: "You're talking nonsense, she is my mother."

Unable to move, it could only open its gaping maw towards the little pomelo, but couldn't bite it.

Like Spike in Tom and Jerry, who was tied to the door of the little house with a rope.

The human and the ghost are locked in a fierce battle of wits, each hurling insults at the other, while the other responds with a sarcastic remark, all while waiting for a translation machine to translate.

It looks funny yet harmonious.

Half an hour later, the two little ones were tired of arguing.

The Kumanthong's eyes began to glaze over, and it didn't know what to say.

Tired of standing, Xiaoyouzi plopped down on the carpet, tossed the Kumanthong onto the sofa, stared at it, and continued to curse the Kumanthong while holding her phone.

He verbally exhausted all the vocabulary she had learned so far, leaving her with a dry mouth.

The Kumanthong, being a spirit, was also tired, only slightly better than the little pomelo.

However, mental attacks are even more energy-consuming than soul attacks.

After a fierce battle of three hundred rounds between the human and the ghost, they called a truce.

Little Yuzu vaguely remembered that Qin Feng was still outside, so she moved a stool for him: "Uncle Qin Feng, just wait for me outside, don't come in, okay?"

"Miss Yuzu, just let me know if you need anything." Qin Feng nodded to her.

Back inside, Xiaoyouzi glanced at the Kumanthong sitting on the ground, who glared back at her.

"Um..." Xingdai had arrived at the door without anyone noticing.

She peeked through the crack in the door and saw that Little Yuzu and Kumanthong were sitting on the ground.

"Ah!" Xingdai was startled and shrank back.

The little pomelo isn't scary at all; it's white and tender, like a delicate, exquisite sculpture.

But the bluish-purple Kumanthong next to it was terrifying.

Just like the little devils in the movies, they are all creepy creatures.

Little Yuzu frowned slightly: "Don't scream, it will scare him."

Ever since Sing-Dai appeared, Kumanthong's eyes have been sparkling.

It completely regarded Xingdai as its mother and excitedly shouted, "Mom, you're here!"

"What are you talking about?" Xingdai asked cautiously, glancing at Xiaoyouzi and then secretly glancing at Kumanthong.

The Kumanthong's face wasn't exactly pretty, and Xingdai was startled, taking a step back.

Immediately, Xingdai looked at Xiaoyouzi in shock: "It...it! I...?"

"How can I possibly see it!"

Belatedly realizing what was happening, Xingdai felt a chill run down her spine: "Isn't it said that normal people can't see ghosts?"

"You can see ghosts?" Little Yuzu frowned slightly, then said knowingly, "That's right, you're having a bad time right now, your luck is low, it's normal to see ghosts."

Xingdai trembled, "It won't kill me now, will it? But I'm really not its mother!"

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