Chapter 156: It's Just You I Wanted
Little Seven was thundered to his spot. His face was a curious mix of embarrassment and panic. It looks as if he was forced to down something sour and is now choking as red as a monkey's butt.
At this point, he can only feel an overwhelming urge to bury himself on the ground!
What help? Ah!
He wanted to scream for deliverance to whatever buffoonery was cast on him.
Even if his mother lacks the How could he ever face his father or the spirit of his late mother if she were to visit him now? He'd rather be struck by a bolt of purple lightning than ask his mother to kneel and help him with his pants like a clumsy toddler.
The mere thought sent shivers down his spine.
His body might have been cursed to remain childlike, but he was still a freaking ten thousand years old cosmic beast who had stopped counting his age after reaching four digits.
