"Wait! Wait for me!" A weak voice came from behind.
Mo Lian turned around to see Dao Wuji scrambling over in a sorry state.
His face was completely green, and he was in a mess. The giant morning glory had covered his whole body with its green and gooey spit, and his hair had flopped down onto his shoulders. He looked just like he had gone through the wringer several thousand times.
He was chased by a giant morning glory that kept chomping after him. It flashed its serrated teeth as it coasted over with its branches.
Dao Wuji scampered over in zigzags and hugged Mo Lian's thigh at once, crying, "Big Bro, Big Bro save me."
Everybody looked at him speechlessly. How could this old brat call him "Big Bro" so seamlessly?/l
No matter how young you looked, you were an old geezer more than one hundred years old. Aren't you too shameless calling a twenty or so young lad "Big Bro!"
