"I think you need to properly educate it. Spare the rod, spoil the beast; that's a bad habit," Chen Xing said seriously.
Chen Lingya nodded, as she had this intention too.
"Keep sucking on this, and sooner or later, you'll turn into a salt-baked snail," Chen Xing flicked the little snail's head with her finger.
The little snail was flicked on the forehead, its eyes squinting in pain.
It glared at Chen Xing, fuming with anger.
Chen Xing chuckled, "The hallucinogenic powder is for you to cast hallucinations on others, not on yourself."
The little snail climbed down from the pot, crawling toward Chen Xing with anger and determination.
Chen Xing snapped her fingers, and the summoning array lit up with an array of light.
Taotie's massive body began to emerge from the summoning array, its fearsome fangs just less than ten centimeters away from the little snail's head.
The little snail's wriggling body froze.
Taotie slowly lowered its head, eyes locked firmly on the little snail.
