Eight-Headed Serpent stared at the little one, all sixteen of his pupils brimming with rage.
Ling Yun looked disgusted, speaking up once again. "You worse-than-an-animal dog thing, your angry expression is truly fucking ugly."
Little one covered Ling Yun's eyes, pouting as she said, "Daddy, you're not allowed to swear. Grandma Zhang said that anyone who swears is a little pug."
Ling Yun: "..."
"Pfft..." Andy was even amused by her cuteness, and then she said nervously, "President, hurry up and make a move. I saw it clearly, it's too terrifying."
There it was!
Andy's words were tantamount to sentencing Eight-Headed Serpent to death.
Ling Yun spoke. "Doesn't the center of your brow flash?"
"It's flashing like crazy..."
"Then relax!"
Little one shook Ling Yun's head, shouting, "Daddy..."
Following Ling Yun's instructions, the moment she relaxed, a burst of red light shot out from the center of her brow, striking the wildly arrogant Eight-Headed Serpent and completely enveloping it.
Andy watched in dumbfounded amazement.
"Ah... No... I know my mistake..."
Those were Eight-Headed Serpent's final last words. In the blink of an eye, it was swallowed into the center of the little one's brow by her Blood Dragon Yuan. The latter let out her grip on Ling Yun, then covered her forehead with both hands, looking heart-meltingly adorable.
She looked at the shocked Andy, shook her head innocently, and said in a milky, baby voice, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me..."
"I saw it!"
"It was Daddy, bad daddy..."
Ling Yun: "..."
"Take your hand away, I want to touch the center of your brow." Andy blinked, asking out of curiosity.
Little one complied, lowering both hands. Andy couldn't tell anything was amiss at all, and actually reached out to touch the center of the little one's brow—it was completely