âHoHoHo,â the green snake appears unfazed by the threat, âIf you want me to let your fat little friend go then drink this bottle of poison. Only then can you save him.â
With that said, Qing Luan readily tosses the bottle over to the boy with her tail.
âFine, itâs not like it matters anyways so Iâll tell you.â Qing Luanâs voice suddenly became sweet and gentlem like sheâs in love, âYou can only blame yourself for being the Demon Kingâs son. If I donât control you then how can I become the Queen of the Demon Realm in the future?â
Demon King?
âYou mean my baddie father?â Wrinkling his cute little forehead, only then does the boy understand this was his fatherâs fault again.
âWho allowed you to address him like that?â Qing Luanâs expression instantly turned sharp, snapping back at the kid for the rude remark, âJust because youâre his son doesnât mean you can sully his majestic name. He is our king, our god!â
Puckering his lips in displeasure at being lectured, Bai Xiachen makes a heavy grunt and refused to acknowledge that last part, âWhat is it that you want in controlling me then?â
Of course, he didnât forget to signal his friend Little Rice to be on the prowl when he gives the sign.
âIâve already told you my purpose for today. As for controlling you, thatâs none of your concern right now. But enough of this. If you want to save your chubby friend here then drink that poison, otherwiseâ¦.â
To emphasize her point, Qing Luan narrows in her serpanty eyes and slammed her tail at the cliff, thus causing Wang Xiaopeng to cry profusely due to the scare.
As the old saying goes: one canât lose their stance even if they lose the fight.
Although Wang Xiaopeng has been imprisoned, but that doesnât mean he will act like an obedient sob and do nothing. As such, Qing Luanâs complexion could only get colder and darker with each passing curse from the boy.
âIf you keep struggling then I will throw you down the cliff immediately,â her voice seething with anger.
The threat definitely scared the chubby somewhat, causing him to stiffen up. Even so, that doesnât meant that mouth wouldnât keep yapping.
If you have the ability then toss me down there. Iâm not afraid of you. After nine years and I will be another man again. By then I will return and settle the score with you!â
As proud as that statement was, Qing Luan didnât take it to heart and only revealed a pang of distain from her mouth, Nothing but a human and he wants me to take him seriously?
Tired of dealing with the yapper mouth, Qing Luan returns her distracted attention back to the baby boy: âIâll count to three. If you donât take the poison by then, I will toss him over the cliff.â
âXiachen!â Wang Xiaopeng became increasingly urgent in his voice, âThis snake is obviously scheming something bad. Donât listen to her! At most I will just die. I may be afraid of death but I will not be turned into a coward. When itâs over just avenge me!â
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Knowing this wasnât working as that hand inched closer and closer to the poison, Wang Xiaopeng immediately shifts his focus to the majestic tiger instead: âLittle Rice, go take my big brother and flee. Go find Sister Bai Yan and get revenge for me!â
Sadly, no matter what sort of pleading the chubby did, Little Rice wouldnât budge. That look in the tigerâs eye showed he was waiting for an opportunity.
Of course, Qing Luan wouldnât miss this reaction. Staying on guard throughout the confrontation, she was ready to toss the chubby down the cliff at a momentâs notice.