Apostles Aren't That Hard to Communicate With, Actually

"How is it? Feeling much better now?"

On the way to the Second Spine, Fang Mo walked along while asking Summon Jade Emperor.

"Could you stop bringing up the very thing I don't want to talk about?"

Summon Jade Emperor's little face was utterly miserable. Her current state was indeed rather hilarious: a pink octopus sat crookedly atop her head, two black, spiny tentacles hung over her shoulders, and a small octopus was suctioned to her left calf.

Though she was covered in octopuses.

Because she wore that simple, adorable Snowman Suit, it somehow did not look suggestive at all. Instead, it had a bizarrely comedic feel.

How should one put it?

At that moment, she looked like a seafood vendor.

Of course, in Fang Mo's opinion, if she changed into another outfit, she might end up looking like one of those demon-sea-monster scenes.

"Why are you making such a miserable face?"

Seeing Summon Jade Emperor's expression, Fang Mo cheerfully teased her. "Didn't I tell you before? If you can't resist, you need to learn to enjoy it..."

"Sorry, but I don't want to enjoy it anymore."

Summon Jade Emperor rubbed her forehead in pain. "Right now, I want nothing more than to slash my own neck. Since you'll torture me to death sooner or later anyway, I might as well make it quick..."

"Less self-harm! More self-love!"

Fang Mo immediately tried to dissuade her. "Better addicted than depressed! Brief happiness is still happiness! As long as you go hard enough, you can charge your way into a fucking happy life!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right."

Summon Jade Emperor grabbed a tentacle and swung it in circles in her hand. "Look at all these tentacles. I'm so happy, right? Happy enough to die."

"Pfft..."

Hearing that, Xiaoyao could not help