Chapter 12 Restricted Scene 6
"You stinky woman! Vicious woman! How can you be so cruel?! My lovely little sprite, how could you bring yourself to do this...” At this moment, the one muttering and complaining was none other than that blue ant who called itself a certain little sprite. And the one who had let out that pitiful cry just now was also it!
Because the situation was 'critical' at that time, Wǔ Níng's throwing speed of the flying dart made from a tree leaf exceeded 70%. Moreover, Lǎo Bà had taught him that hidden weapons must be fast, ruthless and accurate. It doesn't necessarily have to be fatal with one move, but it must hit the vital point with one strike.
Fortunately, Wu Ningmo is a rogue, and he only learned the surface of everything. His lightness skill is mediocre, and his hidden weapons skills are only half-learned. If that one hit earlier wasn't slightly off-target, that blue carpenter ant would have been beheaded by now!
Although the leaf only lightly brushed against a certain ant's knee, it immediately pretended to be in extreme pain and desperately pinched its own thigh, barely squeezing out a few pitiful tears: "Waaah, I'm only 222 years old this year, I'm still just a kid! You stinky woman, how could you do this to me? Waaah, my leg is probably going to be crippled! What are we going to do?"
"It can't be, right? It's just a scratch? How...?" Wu Ningmo said this with uncertainty. Although the shot was off target, that ant's leg was thin and fragile, it could be broken with just a slight twist of the hand, and to say it was broken would not be inaccurate! But what he said about being 222 years old and still a child really shocked Wu Ningmo! Only 222 years old? Ha - in the human world, at that age, one can already be revered as a Buddha, and yet you're still young?!
The blue ant refused to buy it, immediately paralyzed in the palm of Wu Nong's hand, rolling around: "Ugly and smelly woman, you have no conscience! What is called a minor injury? You wipe your injuries for me to see!"
"Alright, it's not just a scratch, it's serious! That's enough!" Wu Ning finally couldn't take it anymore. "Stop rolling around, it's making me hurt too! Tell me, what do you want?"
As soon as it heard this, the blue ant stopped making a fuss: "Be my master!" This was its true purpose for pretending to be injured. As a small sprite with strong self-healing abilities, such minor injuries were nothing to it. As long as it didn't die, it could recover from its wounds in just over ten minutes.
I really don't know if having such a guardian spirit is good luck or bad luck. Wu Xing thought for half a day and finally nodded: "Okay, I agree to be your master." Who made herself unlucky and accidentally provoked this dead ant? She should admit defeat first.
The little ant cheered excitedly: "Long live the master! Long live the master! Long live..." In its excitement, it forgot that it was still pretending to be injured, and its right leg, which had just been pretending to be broken, suddenly started jumping up and down again!
Wu Ningmo didn't have amnesia, nor was he blind, so of course he quickly realized this: "Hey, dead ant, wasn't your right leg almost severed? How can you jump so high?"
