Ziran explained that these flying insects were immortal, and their bodies were filled with the power of the God of Death.
The God of Death?
It was precisely because the ancient gods could not kill it that they had no choice but to banish it here. It was like a master of life and death, unable to die.
Ling Yun reached out his hand, and an absolute protective barrier appeared. Demon Moon Empress's zither technique struck down many flying insects, but they truly did not die.
Pei Pei suddenly remembered that Death Blade's undying legions probably had to find their weaknesses as well.
Long Yanran said, "Beibei, it's up to you. Quickly wipe them out."
Beibei's grey eyes rolled around, and she whispered to Little one, while Little Irene eavesdropped.
Little one chuckled, and she liked Beibei's suggestion.
Little Irene asked curiously, "Big sister, baby wants to join too."
Beibei nodded, agreeing to let Little Irene join as well. She tugged at Ling Yun and said in a milky, wheedling voice, "Handsome Uncle, leave it to us."
Qi Xian rolled his eyes—three little kids, what kind of trouble were they stirring up?
"Oh? Beibei thought of a method?" Ling Yun asked curiously in return.
"Haha, mm-hmm. One question, three cans of Wangzai." Beibei's round eyes rolled around.
Ling Yun was speechless. The method she thought of wasn't to ask for a reward, but to trade it for questions.
"Fine."
"Haha, I thought of it."
"What's the method?"
"Next question."
"Oh!" Ling Yun fell into the trap again...
Long Yanran burst into laughter, watching Ling Yun get thwarted once more. His face darkened to the color of charcoal.
He lost six cans of Wangzai all at once. Ling Yun was almost running at a loss; he wouldn't even be able to