The crystal-clear Ice Dolls opened their glittering blue ice-crystal eyes, densely filling the void as they screamed in unison.
"Grab it! Grab it! Grab the Heart Crystal!"
At the very front, a little girl with twin buns sat on the shoulder of an enormous ice bear. She wore a little ice-crystal dress and held an exquisite music box in her arms.
Bing Xixi swung her little feet, tilted her head at Fu Sanyuan, and smiled until her eyes curved into crescents.
She looked especially punchable.
Without a word, Fu Sanyuan took out his magical artifact, the Eight-Gate Star Mirror. It was rare for the charlatan to have nothing to say. He formed a seal with one hand, intricate stellar-orbit patterns emerging as he prepared to teach this lump of ice an unforgettable lesson.
"Oh my, are you carrying such a big mirror because you have so little hair that you need to check how many strands you have left every day?" Bing Xixi tilted her head, her voice sweet as honey.
She even deliberately raised a little hand and gestured over the top of her head.
Fu Sanyuan: "..."
Yun Tianluo silently turned his face away and flicked open his folding fan to hide the upward curl of his lips.
A vein throbbed at Fu Sanyuan's temple.
"Bing. Xi. Xi."
Bing Xixi smiled as she spun her music box.
"Fu. Bald. Bald."
"What did you say?!" She seemed to have struck him squarely on a sore spot, making even the starlight around Fu Sanyuan flare explosively.
He took a deep breath and said with a smile that never reached his eyes, "Today, this humble Daoist will teach you on behalf of the North Pole Ice God Palace what it means to bring disaster upon yourself with your mouth."
"Blehhh." Bing