The roaring, surging dragon vanished. Zhao Bai had personally locked it away in a cage no one could see.
The so-called button that could turn Bronya into a killing machine was actually just the switch for the fireworks. Cocolia had prepared for this long ago.
Was this a blessing?
What a strange mother-in-law.
The young couple leaned against each other, watching the fireworks display in the sky. Theresa stood behind them.
Silently enduring their lovey-dovey display.
She suddenly thought of something.
That clone who had been turned into an ice sculpture with a single slash seemed to still be frozen there, unattended.
Theresa abruptly turned around.
The ice sculpture had already vanished, and no one knew where it had gone.
What was going on?
Theresa scratched her head in confusion, failing to notice Walter Yang silently adjusting his glasses in the grass as he secretly sighed in relief. That had been close—he had almost been discovered.
"Youth is wonderful."
Walter and Theresa voiced the same sentiment.
Quantum space.
Cocolia's cloak shattered like glass. Her brilliant golden curls had also frozen over, their color dimming.
She trembled as signs of frostbite began to appear on her pale skin.
She looked miserable.
But Cocolia did not care about any of that.
She turned her head with difficulty and asked, "Einstein, did you see it?"
"See what?"
"Zhao Bai is a proud lion, a ferocious dragon. His claws and fangs are sharp, and his eyes brim with desires that will never be extinguished, like burning gold..."
"..."
To be honest, Einstein had not seen any of that.
Perhaps this was the resonance between lunatics.
"So you don't object anymore?"
"Why would I object?!"
Cocolia shivered. She had prepared the fireworks in advance precisely to cast a long line for a big fish—to