My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
chapter-171

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

It appeared the effects were quite nice!

After the shallow human-shaped pit suffered the destructive explosion of the level five mystic energy bead, Uncle-Master Bi’s entire figure sunk into the deep crater, neither hide nor hair could be seen!

Qiao Mu patted Murong Xun, who refused to let go of her, and strongly requested to be put down!

Murong Xun pursed her lips before reluctantly putting Qiao Mu down.

Qiao Mu immediately pattered over to the side of the human-shaped crater and peered down.

Uncle-Master Bi was currently trying his hardest to climb out from the pit, the storm of dust eliciting an intense bout of coughing from him.

The child promptly acted and pulled out a repetition talisman from her sleeve and flicked it onto Uncle-Master Bi before ripping it.

The repetition talisman was quite an interesting talisman. It did not strictly require its user to be higher level than the victim.

Unless her opponent was much stronger than her, unfortunate fools like Uncle-Master Bi whose cultivation hardly differed from her would still be affected.

Qiao Mu crouched next to the pit and watched as Uncle-Master Bi struggling to get up as hard as he can and repeating the motions of strenuously raising his head and spitting dust out…

“Blah…” Uncle-Master Bi raised his head—a fried bird’s nest—and his dark, grimy appearance sent the audience into roaring laughter.

“Blah?” Why the heck was he spitting again?

“Blah?!?!” Something isn’t right!

After spitting out the dust in his mouth three times in a row, Uncle-Master Bi realized belatedly that he seemed to be repeating the same motion over and over again!

Shock eroded his expression, but his motions persisted in their repetition.

Ah, how could he repeat the same motion so perfectly?!

A person might not be able to catch Uncle-Master Bi performing this action if they were even a second earlier or later.

“Uncle-Master Bi, what are you doing? Why aren’t you climbing out already?!” How could the disciples of Daybreak Sect know that Uncle-Master Bi fell into a trap? Hence, they surrounded the side of the pit and were dumbfounded as they watched their uncle-master struggle in the pit.

What in the world was he doing? This pit was somewhat deep, but it should not be enough to trap Uncle-Master Bi inside, right?!

When Uncle-Master Bi lifted his head with its afro hair, tears were about to stream down his face!

‘Don’t you think I want to climb out too?! I can’t! These d*mn punks! Hurry and dig me out! Ahhh!’

Uncle-Master Bi’s perfectly styled hair had exploded into ragged fringes that were hanging and sticking everywhere.

His appearance… had never been as humiliating as today!

The child watched with interest for a moment before pulling her face into a solemn expression and leaving the pit, her true emotions concealed.

In contrast to other people’s contorted expressions as they tried to repress their laughter, wasn’t this girl’s face too calm?!

Duan Yue could not stop sneaking a peek at the child.

Qiao Mu pattered to Qiao Hu’s side and pulled his hand, dragging him toward Murong Xun.

“Give Brother guidance!”

“Little miss, don’t you want to join our Mystic Cultivator Association? We have great benefits and excellent pay! You also receive a basic survival pack every month!

Whoooosh! As soon as the member of the Mystic Cultivator Association who was trying to lure the little girl finished speaking, he was thrown into the air by Murong Xun, casting a perfect arc in the air.

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“Little fellow, don’t listen to his rubbish! The tiny pay that he mentioned is absolutely nothing! Our Holy Water Sect First Peak will always welcome you.”

“Give Brother guidance!!!” Didn’t you guys get your target mistaken? She was merely an accompanying member today!

“Okay okay okay!” The final mentor from the Mystic Cultivator Association bobbed his head furiously and said, “Let me help your brother…”

Bang!

A knife blade from the bandit Murong Xun slammed onto the back of his neck, and the pitiful mentor collapsed with two tracks of tears streaming down his face.

‘President, this subordinate can’t help you anymore…’

“Let me!” Murong Xun accepted Little Qiao Hu with a beam.