I'm Not Into That Sort of Thing

(The previous two chapters were rewritten, so treasured readers who haven't read them can take a look.)

"And then?"

"If Sword Douluo hadn't teleported it high into the sky in time, the Sect Master Manor would have been blown to the heavens. I reckon his dad is probably already wrapped in a diaper drinking baby formula by now."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong poked her head out and stuck out her tongue.

"I wasn't doing it on purpose. Besides, didn't nobody get hurt either~"

Lin Xiao looked at her like that, unable to help finding it amusing, and reached out to gently pinch her bouncy, soft cheek.

"Don't you forget, Uncle Ning and the others were scared half to death.

You also experienced fatherly love for the first time, howling as you were thrashed, and hid in my quilt crying for three days.

Even Guga's clothes got soaked and bloated."

Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks and delivered a headbutt straight into his chest.

"Bringing up my dark history again, I'm ignoring you, humph~"

Hearing them talk like that, Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously moved away from that weird-looking iron can.

"You've been carrying this around with you the whole time? Aren't you afraid it'll suddenly explode?"

Lin Xiao patted Ning Rongrong's back, releasing her.

"Don't worry, it's very stable. As long as you don't press the switch, burn it with fire, stab it with a knife, or shake it violently, nothing at all will happen.

If there's no firewood for cooking, you can even open the valve and use it as fuel."

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent.

She even developed the principle of living beings retreating.

The urge to leave right now was overwhelmingly intense.

"Shall we leave right now?"

"No problem, wait for me to deal with this big guy."

Once everything