There was no such thing as too much Foolishness Value. Declaring war on every nation would surely earn him a haul from his enemies, but that was no excuse to slack off.
He had yet to punch through the Heavenly Dao, so the foolishness had to continue.
Zi Shou sat in a chair. Before him stood a large wooden basin, with a head pinned firmly inside it.
He lifted a bucket of water and poured it straight down.
The head actually spoke. "Hey, you muddleheaded tyrant!"
"If you can talk, keep talking."
Human joys and sorrows were not shared. Nezha would never know how much happiness those words brought Zi Shou.
Zi Shou chuckled and eased the pressure of his hand. He loved hearing things like that. Life as a muddleheaded tyrant was simply so easy and wonderful. The sunshine seemed especially brilliant today.
The head in the wooden basin slowly rose. A hand brushed the hair aside, revealing a delicate little face.
Only, its features were somewhat twisted with anger, and its mouth kept opening and closing without pause, shouting:
"I am the little vanguard of the campaign against the tyrant Zhou!"
"I am the reincarnation of Lingzhuzi!"
"Shang shall fall and Zhou shall rise! Heaven has decreed the tyrant's downfall!"
With every sentence Nezha uttered, Zi Shou could not help giggling inwardly. In all this vast Chaoge, not one person spoke more sweetly than this little brat.
"Hey! I'll krill you!"
As Nezha spoke, he began struggling.
Zi Shou frowned, picked up the Kongtong Seal beside him, and brought it down.
"Say whatever nonsense you like, but don't move. Move, and I'll smash you."
The blow left Nezha dizzy and seeing stars. He wanted to move but could not, leaving him at Zi Shou's mercy.
"Two little topknots