"Xiaoyu, stop messing around!" Mo Qiansu quickly stepped in.
"Dare to date my mom, and I'll beat you to death!" Little Demon King announced fiercely, spouting his threats.
From his mother's embrace, the little hand holding the toy gun poked through a gap, blindly firing several more shots.
Jing Yi agilely dodged each one.
The colorful crystal beads hit the wall and the glass, shattering and immediately emitting various pungent and strange odors.
"Xiaoyu, what's in your toy gun? It stinks to death!" Jing Yi covered his nose, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Mo Qiansu also hurriedly covered her nose and mouth, a headache washing over her.
Meanwhile, Little Demon King, donning a small anti-poison mask, suddenly froze.
That voice sounded... so familiar, eh?!
The room was too stinky to stay in even for a moment, and Mo Qiansu also feared being seen by Gu Xuanye with her son.
