allendalepharm Chapter 3346 Is My Beautiful Mother Angry?
Chapter 3346 Is My Beautiful Mother Angry?
Beyond the Heavens
"Holy crap..." Ah Yao's eyes lit up: "Sister is so cool!"
"I can crush the Ghost King with my bare hands."
Yue Shu's lips curled into a wicked smile.
He knew that his sister wouldn't let these ghosts bully her.
My sister is someone who remains calm and composed no matter what dire situation she faces.
Jun Yichen's lips curled slightly, it seemed that Su'er had already forced out a significant amount of the poison from her body.
Jinlong was holding Yu Mengmeng's hand.
Yu Mengmeng was so frightened that she closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at the image in the mirror.
She was afraid that her sister would actually eat those bloody ghost flesh.
Hearing Sister A Yao's voice, she finally mustered the courage to open one eye.
Hu Xiaoman's eyes sparkled. "Mommy is so amazing!"
"Wow--!"
A-Ling lay sprawled on the Heavenly Mirror, her chubby little hands patting the surface, her big golden eyes filled with adoring stars.
"Handsome! So handsome!"
"This is my fairy sister!"
"Smash them! Crush those demon kings' big heads into powder!"
"Hey hey hey..."
It excitedly flapped its wings again: "Ugly monster ghost king, you're so ugly, yet you dare to serve dishes to the fairy sister. Crushing you would be too lenient!"
Aling flew to Hu Xiaoman again and patted her on the shoulder: "Little devil, put your mind at ease."
"Your mother is Yang Susu."
"She's an unkillable cockroach... ugh, she's a phoenix rising from the ashes!"
"This injury is like a mosquito bite to her."
"You have to trust her."
A-Ling pointed at Gui Ya in the mirror: "Look at that naughty kid, he'll be taken care of by your mother soon."
Hu Xiaoman nodded. "A-Ling is right. Mother is so amazing!"
In the scene, Guiya did not fly into a rage.
He hovered in mid-air, watching the ghost king turn into ashes, his dark blue eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Hee hee hee……"
Guiya laughed.
The laughter was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, carried through a piercing mirror, making one's eardrums ache.
He clapped his little hands and twirled happily in the air.
"It's so much fun! It's really fun!"
"Is my beautiful mother angry?"
"My beautiful mother looks even prettier when she's angry."
"It's a million times better looking than those toys that only cry and whine!"
"Hehehe... What my pretty mother doesn't like, I like."
With his laughter, a strange melody hummed from his mouth once again.
"La la la... la la la..."
"Mother's hands are white and white, she can crush a ghost's head into dust..."
"Red blood, black ash, scattered on the ground to plant flowers..."
"The flowers are red, the flowers are bright, blooming on the grave, but no one picks them..."
"Hehehe...hehehe..."
The lyrics sent chills down the spines of everyone outside the Heavenly Mirror.
The words, though meant to be words of praise, carried a strong, bloody stench when sung by this ghost child.
Even more terrifying.
As Guiya's song began, the entire Ghost Beast Arena seemed to come alive.
The demons who had been watching from the stands were now all excited.
They waved their bone clubs and severed limbs, and, following the rhythm of Guiya, launched into a deafening chorus.
"Roar--!"
"Crush the ghost's head and turn it to dust!"
"Scatter them on the ground and they'll bloom!"
"..."
A cacophony of ghosts and demons.
The sound waves surged like a tide, causing even the Heavenly Mirror to tremble.
It was an extremely shocking and terrifying scene.
At this moment, tens of thousands of evil spirits became Guiya's most loyal chorus.
Their twisted, rotting faces were etched with fanaticism and bloodlust.
Yang Susu sat at the bone table, facing the overwhelming noise, but didn't even lift her eyelids.
She maintained that languid posture, her fingers lightly tapping the table.
"Da da da."
The sound was very soft, yet it miraculously pierced through the roars of the myriad ghosts, echoing clearly in the ears of every single one of them.
Guiya's singing paused for a moment.
He tilted his head, looking at Yang Susu, the blue light in his eyes shining even brighter.
"Doesn't Mother like this song?"
"Then let's choose an even better one, baby!"
He shook the rattle drum in his hand even more rapidly.
"Boom boom boom!"
The drums beat like thunder.
With the rapid beat of drums, the massive gates of the Demon Arena roared once more.
"Rumble--"
This time, ten enormous black shadows emerged, carrying an overwhelming aura of malevolence, rushing wildly out of the darkness.
Those were ten mutated Soul-Devouring Ghost Kings!
Each of them was the size of a small mountain, covered in barbs, with green venom flowing from their mouths and their eyes burning with frenzied ghost fire.
"Roar--!"
The ten ghost kings roared in unison, shaking the ground.
Instead of attacking immediately, they formed a circle, trapping Yang Susu in the middle.
That sense of oppression was enough to cause any cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage to collapse on the spot.
Guiya hovered in the air, her little face flushed with excitement.
He waved his little hands like a conductor leading a symphony orchestra, and his singing became more rapid and high-pitched.
"The big ghost runs, the little ghost jumps, all making a ruckus around their mother..."
"Tear off the hands, bite off the feet, let the intestines spill out to make noodles..."
"Quick, quick, take a bite! Whoever gets a bite gets full first..."
The demons in the stands roared wildly, their voices like demonic whispers, constantly assaulting Yang Susu's soul.
Outside the Mirror of Heaven.
Jun Yichen's face was extremely grim.
"Damn it!"
He slammed his fist into the ground, cracking the hard marble floor.
"This madman... he's just toying with Su'er!"
Ah Yao's expression changed as well. She grabbed Yue Shu's arm, her nails digging into Yue Shu's flesh.
But Yue Shu, seemingly oblivious to the pain, placed her other hand on A Yao's waist and gently patted it to comfort her anxious heart.
A-Ling continued to wave her transparent wings, but her golden eyes were filled with worry.
Hu Xiaoman also held Hu Qingye's hand, her palms sweating.
Just when everyone's hearts were in their throats, Yang Susu in the picture moved.
She neither drew her sword nor got up.
She simply turned her head slowly, her gaze passing over the ten ferocious ghost kings and looking directly at Guiya in mid-air.
Her eyes were calm, without the slightest ripple.
"It's noisy."
She spoke softly, her voice low but authoritative.
"I told you, I'm hungry."
She stretched out her hand, pointed to the ten roaring ghost kings, and then pointed to Guiya.
"Baby, be good, Mommy's done playing."
"Make them stop."
There was no pleading, no anger, only a self-evident command.
It's like a mother scolding her naughty child.
The singing stopped abruptly.
Guiya's command gesture froze in mid-air.
He stared blankly at Yang Susu, seemingly not understanding what she was saying.