Shouldn't all proper monsters be like Lord Pixiu, with special quirks and great power?
Could it be that this fairy has a special fetish for "pretending to be innocent"?
The elderly woman version of Lu Mengmeng shook her head.
"No... Ah!"
She's the fairy who distributed the sketch paper to you.
As she spoke, Lu Mengmeng pointed to the cicadas chirping incessantly on the ground.
"They are cicada spirits with the ability to predict the future."
That's how I know what will happen to you.
Qi Zi'an: A cicada spirit??? A cicada spirit!!!
Qi Zi'an interrupted Lu Mengmeng and Lu Haotian's conversation with a trembling voice.
"Is a cicada spirit... the kind of cicada that has become a spirit, as I understand it?"
This thing can become sentient?
Wait a minute! There are actually fairies in this world?!
The old lady version of Lu Mengmeng nodded obediently, as if to say, "You guessed right."
Lu Haotian glanced at Qi Zi'an with disdain, "Do you think today's situation could be caused by ordinary natural disasters or man-made calamities?"
Seeing Qi Zi'an's overreaction, he looked down on him.
He had completely forgotten that just a week earlier, he had been one of the people making such a fuss.
Qi Zi'an was completely devastated.
He knew, of course, that this could not be an ordinary natural disaster or man-made calamity.
Nobody told him that real fairies could appear around him!
Can you really compare what you think to what you actually see?
Qi Zi'an was stunned, as if struck by lightning, standing there dumbfounded, beginning to question the meaning of life.
Lu Mengmeng wasn't surprised or alarmed by this person.
After all, every generation of the Lu family head had the same reaction when they first met her.
Qi Zi'an is considered to have good mental fortitude.
Originally, Lu Mengmeng thought that the cicada spirit might be in cahoots with the culprit.
You can only confirm it after you've actually typed it.
With that level of fighting ability, even if she volunteered to be the culprit's henchman, he'd probably think she was a burden.
In the world of monsters.
Can a special talent disregard physical strength?
Impossible!
All talents that cannot be used are simply a lack of talent.
Any fairy that can't be fought is a useless fairy.
There really aren't many ancient demons like Mengmeng who are beautiful, kind-hearted, quiet, and incredibly powerful.
Deer looking adorable and happy (JPG).
The cicada spirit was full of grievances.
She looked at Lu Mengmeng with a pitiful expression. This great demon beast was much stronger than her, and she couldn't see its true form.
Perhaps it could be said that since birth, apart from some newly transformed cubs, she has never been able to discern anyone's true form.
It's not her fault that she's weak, so why did you hit her? "Waaah~ I didn't do anything wrong."
I also want to remind these two people around you to help them avoid disaster.
Why did you hit me for no reason?
"Waaaaah!"
Lu Mengmeng looked at her coldly, and said unhappily, "You drew portraits for them, why didn't you draw one for me!?"
Am I not pretty enough?
The cicada spirit dared not answer her question about death.
If you don't answer well, you will not only suffer social death, but you may even achieve the ultimate goal of physical and spiritual death.
The cicada spirit cried pitifully, saying, "Your aura is so terrifying; even when it's exhausted, it makes me tremble."
How could they dare?
If she hadn't been timid and slow, she wouldn't have been caught by that big monster.
Waaaaah~ Her life is so hard, boohoo~
Lu Mengmeng remained expressionless, clearly unmoved by her answer.
I'd like to give this cicada spirit another beating so it can continue its business.
Lu Haotian knew that if the fighting continued like this, it would never end.
They need to quickly deal with the culprit.
Lu Mengmeng, that little bean sprout, is still waiting for him in the movie theater's trash can.
If he arrives late, who knows what kind of complaints he'll get from his grandfather.
Lu Haotian subconsciously refused to think that Lu Mengmeng might have been killed by those dead people who had activated zombie cheats, or by other people.
He just wanted to resolve the issue as quickly as possible.
Lu Haotian frowned slightly and said anxiously to Lord Pixiu, "Lord Pixiu, why don't you let her atone for her sins by drawing a prophecy for you?"
Lu Mengmeng thought about it and decided it wasn't a bad idea.
He casually said to the cicada spirit, "Then you draw it!"
The cicada spirit glanced at Lu Mengmeng, trembling with fear.
If she hadn't seen the words "Die if you don't paint well" clearly visible in the eyes of this great demon, she would have believed his nonchalant attitude!
The cicada spirit trembled as it took out its sketchbook and colored pencil set.
I started drawing, my hands trembling.
"Snap!" The pencil broke.
"Snap!" The pencil broke again.
"Snap!" The pencil broke again.
The old lady version of Lu Mengmeng raises her fist: Lord Pixiu's fist is hard!
The cicada spirit instantly transforms into a sieve spirit (JPG).
The cicada spirit, having burned its bridges, lowered its head and refused to look at Lu Mengmeng.
His brush started moving rapidly, drawing non-stop.
Before long, with tears in her eyes, she tremblingly handed a piece of drawing paper to Lu Mengmeng.
"You, your prophecy, sob sob sob."
Lu Mengmeng glanced at it; it was a painting entirely composed of interwoven golden and dark green lines.
He had the same puzzled expression as an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
What did you draw?
The cicada spirit whispered, "The future daily life of Lord Pixiu, Van Gogh version."
Lu Mengmeng: ? ? ?
Lu Haotian and Qi Zi'an: ...
There's no need to make up such a flimsy excuse for not drawing well because of shaky hands.
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