Chapter 37: Take a Blow from Me, Old Pig

"Little Yi, can you turn into a crowbar?"

"Find a chance to pry that golden mask off her face, how about it?"

Wu Hen earnestly discussed with his right hand.

Little Yi suggested skipping the hassle, turning around, and letting her parasite the entire city. Then, it would just launch a nuclear-guided Death Sword to send all the parasites straight to their great-grandmothers!

"Aren't you supposed to be a master?" Wu Hen was puzzled.

Little Yi swayed its ghostly tail, proudly declaring.

With the Golden-eyed Parasitic Mother's protein alone, it wasn't even enough to replenish the energy of one sword swing—no way it would engage in a losing deal!

"Oh, okay, brother, heart to heart, and now you're playing mind games with me!"

"Crowbar!"

"I don't care if you've never turned into a crowbar, you better transform, or forget about getting any treats in the future!"

Wu Hen was both embarrassed and angry.