Chen Luo had once thought that when his Friendship Revolver hit cannon fodder, he would laugh for ten minutes, and that the stronger the target was, the shorter he would laugh. But even now, he had yet to encounter a truly powerful opponent.
Yet this bar of soap really had less of an effect the stronger the target was.
In any case, getting Aha to pick up the soap was impossible. The moment he became interested in picking it up, the effect might disappear before he could even bend down.
"Oops." Chen Luo's hand slipped, and the soap slid straight out of his hand.
This time, Chen Luo's hand had genuinely slipped, because the soap was really as slippery as its description claimed.
Then Chen Luo watched Nian and Xi fight over the soap.
"..."
Although Chen Luo wanted to be serious about it, it was genuinely hilarious to watch two children fight over picking up a bar of soap.
"Mua!" He picked up the two little dragon girls and rubbed against them on the left, then on the right.
Yes, cheek against cheek.
He did nothing else.
After all, Sister Ling was watching from the side.
Three years minimum, death penalty maximum.
"Who said they were lolis? My Friend of Middle-aged and Elderly Women still works on them." Chen Luo curled his lip.
...Just don't say that to their faces, or you might die even faster.
By common sense, although the definition of middle-aged and elderly women could occasionally be vague and vary from person to person, it definitely did not generally extend past a hundred years old. Yet these two children playing with soap on Chen Luo's lap were old enough to be his great-grandmothers.
In fact, among all of Chen Luo's achievements, Chen the Great Philanthropist definitely