"Hey, big sis, this blade is mine. Shouldn't you give it back now?"
Mang Dabiao coiled his snake body, gazing longingly at the forty-meter-long Evil-Slaying Blade on Xiao Ying's shoulder, his tone exceedingly cautious.
"Big sis?"
Xiao Ying's brows shot up, and her fiery temper flared.
She pinned down Mang Dabiao's snake head and raised her fist, hammering it down.
"Who are you calling big sis? I'm clearly a sweet, innocent young beauty! Who are you calling big sis!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mang Dabiao saw stars from the beating, his snake head bouncing against the ground several times.
His hide was thick enough that he wouldn't be beaten to death, but the strength of a second-generation zombie was no joke. Every punch felt like a blow from an iron hammer.
Xiao Ying shouted as she pummeled him, "Going to call me that again? Are you? How dare you call me big sis! Hmph!"
"I won't! I won't!"
Mang Dabiao lowered his snake head to the ground and repeatedly begged for mercy. "I'll call you miss from now on. Miss!"
"That's more like it."
Only then did Xiao Ying withdraw her hand in satisfaction. She hoisted the Evil-Slaying Blade onto her shoulder and tilted her chin up, looking every inch a boss lady.
She turned toward Mang Dabiao and asked, "Did Yang Yong forge this blade for you?"
Mang Dabiao nodded, his heart already bleeding.
"All right, I'll borrow it for a few days."
Xiao Ying spoke as though it were perfectly reasonable. "When Yang Yong comes back, I'll have him forge one for me too."
Mang Dabiao's snake face immediately crumpled into a bitter grimace.
Just then, he suddenly sensed...
His boss had sent a message!
He hurriedly focused on sensing it, and a fragmented mental message came through: