I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 332 The Little You, The Real You

An evil thought arose in his mind, and he reached for the sword at his waist, but found nothing. It seemed that even his natal magic weapon had regressed.

Then, he took the short dagger that Zhongli Yueluo always carried from her waist: "Take care of this trouble first, then kiss my sister."

"Little brother, be careful, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Fengling smiled slightly at her, then instantly transformed into a blur and rushed towards the red clay figure.

As he turned his head, the smile on his face gradually turned into tenderness in his cold eyes, and then into murderous intent.

After arriving here, his possessiveness only increased, and originally he only had Yan Ruoyu and his brother as his rivals.

It seems that everyone outside, regardless of gender, is eyeing his sister covetously, and he can't accept that!

He wanted to bind his sister to him forever, so everything and everyone in his way had to be destroyed!

The red clay figure in front of me moves slowly, but is extremely lethal, and the liquid on its body is corrosive.

He was sobbing and making incoherent noises, and it was unclear whether he was actually alive.

Although there were no plum blossom darts, the pebbles on the ground could still be used as hidden weapons, even if those hidden weapons attacked the red clay man like sharp swords.

But it only sticks to its surface and is then slowly swallowed up.

It seems that physical damage has no effect on it, and it's unclear where the core of its control lies.

It must be dealt a fatal blow with this short dagger to end its actions.

Zhongli Yueluo was unbearably hot. Sitting on the ground, she felt like her bottom was being burned. But in a daze, she seemed to see red spots shining on the belly of the Red Clay Man.

But it only happens for a fleeting moment when the light refracts, and then it disappears again.

That should be the core controlling the movement of this red clay figure. If that red light is shattered...

This clay figure will also lose its life.

Zhongli Yuelu shouted from behind, "Little brother, its core might be in its abdomen!"

"Okay, sister."

His figure was like a ghost, leaping between the attacks of the red clay man. Su Fengling was burned in several places by the slime.

Each drop of slime that hit him would sizzle and then emit white smoke.

He endured the pain, his eyes fixed on its abdomen, and sure enough, at his specific angle of movement, he could see the red flashing.

He held a flying stone in his hand and quickly threw it at the red dot, but it seemed to be deflected by an invisible barrier.

It seems we still have to fight in close combat, but his body is like sulfuric acid; if we get close, his clothes and skin will be burned to a crisp.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough magic power right now. If he did, he could cast an Ice Spell.

At this moment, he thought of that move again, if Zhongli Yueluo were to enhance it.

Even with his current small stature, he should be able to use that kind of technique.

"My sister might be able to help me."

Su Fengling took a few steps back, pulled Zhong Liyueluo up with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

The scene was almost like a dance; he sucked the blood from her hand, and then his star-like eyes lit up.

He instantly felt magic power fill his entire body, as if there was additional magic power flowing into his body from her.

"Huh? Sister, what's going on?"

In an instant, she gained over two hundred years of cultivation. Zhongli Yueluo was speechless; it seemed she was a cauldron.

She thought the magic power she gained in the sea of ​​flowers would merge with her own, but now it has all been transferred to Su Fengling.

But it doesn't matter, as long as we can defeat this thing in front of us.

"You should be able to use the Frostbite Technique now, right?"

He released Zhongli Yueluo, still somewhat reluctant to let go, yet he was able to conjure plum blossom darts in his hand.

This is far more lethal than those flying stones. The plum blossom darts are imbued with the Frost Technique and thrown into the red clay figure.

The spot that is stabbed will gradually freeze, but they are too small and their attacks are too few.

The frozen area is almost negligible and does no harm to it.

"Why don't you teach me the incantation? If the two of us trip his feet at the same time, it should work." Zhongli Yueluo regretted not learning more of these spells.

Su Fengling didn't have time to speak, but his mind was connected with Zhongli Yueluo's, and he recited the incantation with her.

The two of them actually managed to trap the red clay figure's feet, and a blue light shone brightly as its feet made a cracking sound inch by inch.

At that moment, the red spot on its abdomen also appeared, and Zhongli Yuelu shouted, "Little brother, now's the time!"

Su Fengling moved nimbly, leaping into the air, and swiftly and accurately plunged the dagger into the red light.

There was a cracking sound, followed by a sobbing sound, and the red clay gradually turned into a puddle of water.

Inside were withered leaves and rotten bones, and the red orb of light rolled in front of them.

Like the orb of light found in the sea of ​​flowers and piles of skulls, it should also contain someone's magic power.

Although it's wrong to seize things by force, what can we do when they've already come all this way?

Su Fengling could hardly believe that the enormous thing from before had turned into a puddle of stinky water.

There was still some confusion in his eyes: "Sister? Is it over already?"

Zhongli Yueluo wasn't sure either, but at least for now, it was over.

He picked up the red bead and could sense that fire-attribute magic was circulating inside.

Just as she was engrossed in watching, Zhongli Yueluo snatched it away and threw it on the ground with a thud, shattering it into pieces.

He was about to ask why when he felt magical power coiling around his feet and drilling into his spiritual sea.

Just like the previous bead, it divided the magical power within it equally.

Zhongli Yueluo knew that this cultivation level wouldn't stay in her body for long; at least she had obtained it for now.

After the red clay figure fell, the scorching environment gradually became cooler, and tender green grass grew on the surrounding reddish-brown earth.

The breeze was warm but not dry, and Su Fengling gently hugged Zhongli Yueluo from behind.

"Sister, I've been so worried about you all day. I hope nothing happened between you and them."

Her tone even carried a hint of danger. Zhongli Yueluo stared straight ahead without looking back at his expression.

"No, but those two shouldn't be enemies."

"Sister, you can't just think they're good-looking and that's it! No, you can't look at them!"

He rested his head on her shoulder, gently rubbing it, his voice full of affection, his hair brushing against her ear.

"I don't want to look at them. After all, they're just kids. What's there to see, right?"

"Then they'll grow up to be very good-looking. Do you want to see them later?"

"Little brother, you can't be jealous of even a child, can you?"

Zhongli Yueluo raised her hand and touched his cheek. It was soft and tender, and she really wanted to pinch it.

And he would always rub against her palm, like a not-so-docile cat that rolls over on its back when it's happy and scratches her when it's unhappy.

"Sister, hug me tight. I never knew you were so small, so real, and this is what you feel like when I hug you."

Zhongli Yueluo didn't know what he meant by those words, because she probably didn't know about that childhood dream.

She was about to turn around and say something when the gears started turning again.