Chapter Thirty-Five: Misshapen Melons

The innocent laughter of children filled the air. "This one is mom, this one is dad, and this one is me." "Hahaha, Brother A-Fei's is so ugly!" "No, it's not! Yours is the ugly one!" "Waaah, sis..." ... Zisang turned her head toward the sound and saw a group of children playing with mud. Tch! Playing with mud at their age. When I was their age, who knows how many levels of magical power I had already cultivated.

The little girl's wailing grew louder and more heart-wrenching with each cry. Zisang, sitting nearby, couldn't stand it anymore. She walked over with a blank expression and said coldly, "Hey, little girl, what's wrong?"

"Ah~! Mom, there's a bad sister..." Zisang's indifferent expression frightened the child, causing her to cry even louder, attracting the attention of passersby. Caught off guard, Zisang waved her hands frantically. "Don't cry, don't cry! I didn't mean to scare you. How about I make a funny face for you...?"

With a sigh, Zisang muttered, "To think, a princess of the demon clan, reduced to making funny faces on the street to amuse a child." "Hahaha, sister, you're so ugly!"

Zisang bit her lip, cursing inwardly, You little brat, say that again and see if I don't eat you! Just then, a child tugged at her sleeve. Zisang looked down, frowning as she saw two muddy handprints on her luxurious purple dress.

She was about to get angry when the child held up a small mud figurine, looking so innocent and cute that Zisang swallowed her anger. "Sister, Brother A-Fei says my figurine is ugly, but it's his that's ugly, right?"

Zisang glanced left and right, took a deep breath, and shook her head helplessly. "They're both ugly."

"Waaah..." The little girl immediately burst into tears again. Zisang was stunned, her large eyes blinking in bewilderment. Did I say something wrong?

"Alright, alright, don't cry. How about I make you a prettier one?" she offered.

"Okay~!" The little girl stopped crying instantly, jumping up and down with joy. The other children chimed in, "Me too! Me too!"

"Okay, okay! I'll make them for you now!" Zisang rolled up her sleeves and quickly made a mud figurine, placing it in her palm. "How's this? Isn't it pretty?"

"It's so ugly! Just like you," A-Fei said.

The children erupted in laughter, and even the little girl joined in, hugging A-Fei tightly. "Brother A-Fei's is still the best!"

"Yeah, let's not play with this sister anymore," the other children agreed.

Zisang watched the children leave, then looked down at the mud figurine in her hand. Is it really that ugly? I think it looks fine. It even resembles Nan Xianyi!

Hmm... The arms seem a bit short. I should lengthen them... And the face is a bit crooked. Let me fix that... And here...

Just as she was absorbed in molding the figurine, a mocking voice sounded behind her. "Aren't you too old to be playing with mud?"

Zisang whipped around, hiding the figurine behind her, and snapped, "Why are you sneaking up on people?"

Nan Xianyi looked at her with innocent eyes. "I didn't mean to scare you. And who are you making? Let me see."

He snatched the figurine from her before she could react. "Pfft!"

Nan Xianyi burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face. "Who is this supposed to be? It's so ugly! Hahaha."

Seeing Zisang's speechless expression, he began to suspect. Why do I have a bad feeling about this? As his laughter faded, he looked at Zisang with disbelief. "You didn't make this to look like me, did you?"

Zisang said nothing, implicitly confirming his suspicions. She actually admitted it!

Nan Xianyi was so exasperated he almost spat blood. How does this resemble me? If I had to describe it, it would be "misshapen melon!" Am I a misshapen melon?