As a baby fish barely a foot long, Doudou's alcohol tolerance basically hovered between one and two drops. Becky's basement had once stored at least ten tons of hard liquor, and even after all the barrels had been moved out, the lingering smell remained. It went straight to the little one's head, leaving her dizzy and dazed. She stayed woozy for a long time after leaving the basement, holding up two clumps of holy flame and giggling foolishly as she set fire to anyone she saw. Wherever she couldn't light a fire, she lit one anyway. In the end, Nangong May had no choice but to trap the little one in a water ball, and only then did she finally quiet down.
Becky watched in astonishment as Doudou rubbed out a fireball, finding it unbelievable. "Landlord, your daughter keeps learning more and more tricks. Is she with the Three Eight Cult?"
Hao Ren gave two dry chuckles and looked around Becky's living room. He had last visited more than a month ago, but with his usual mountain of affairs and the string of enormously eventful incidents lately, that short month felt much longer to him. Seeing the familiar Horleta style and the familiar mercenary girl gave him a faint sense of warmth. He noticed that Becky's home had changed somewhat, and the most conspicuous change was the forty-two-inch LCD television sitting prominently in the center of the living room. A laptop rested on a small desk beside it. The two modern devices had been placed among a pile of furniture with another-worldly flair, and the contrast was practically a work of art...
By then, Becky had already used a magical communication device to inform Ofra that "reinforcements had arrived." She turned and called to everyone, "Everyone, sit down first. We