Chapter 3: The Talking Ants
"I'm not a blue ant!" The little guy who was still dizzy immediately showed dissatisfaction, "I'm an aer!"
Wu Ningmo laughed and said: "What's so special about ant? Ant is just an ant, a blue ant is just a blue ant!" Wu Ningmo was the legendary type with well-developed limbs but a simple brain. She could win a fight with her eyes closed, but when it came to exams, she had to add a minus sign in front of her ranking. Science subjects were barely manageable by moving her crooked brain, but literature subjects were hopeless! So, she was already very proud that she could understand the word "ant".
The little guy, called 'blue ant', immediately expressed his protest. He stood with his two claws on his hips, pointing at Wudong, and raised his voice: "Cough, I am an ant, that's right, but I'm a spirit! My name is Aer, not blue ant, and my skin is yellow, not blue!"
The little ant, who claimed to be a spirit, suddenly fell silent halfway through the conversation. It scratched its head with its small claws and looked at me with an expression of utter astonishment: "Hey, woman, you can actually see me?"
"Nonsense!" Wu Ning glared at the white-clothed blue ant with a cold eye, "I can't see you, so I'm talking to a ghost?" Eh? It calls itself a woman? That dead ant actually saw that she was a fake little boy, not bad eyesight!
As soon as it heard this, the little ant was overjoyed and couldn't stay still in Wu Xingmu's palm. It jumped onto her face and pecked at her cheek excitedly: "I love you! Woman, I've finally found you! I've finally found you! Haha...!"
Wang Cong was even more confused by her laughter. Suddenly, she thought of the beautiful fairy tale, could it be that the little ant in front of her was a prince? Would he turn into a handsome man like the frog prince after being kissed by the princess?
"Hey! Woman, you're drooling again!" The little ant was very dissatisfied and bit Meng Xuan's finger fiercely. As it turned out, this small creature wasn't big in size, but being bitten by it was indeed very painful. A small red spot immediately appeared on the place where she was bitten by the little ant.
Wu Ningmo didn't stay idle, and habitually stretched out her hand to slap. The little ant jumped nimbly onto the tip of Wu Ningmo's nose, and with a crisp 'slap' sound, Wu Ningmo gave herself a loud slap.
"Hehe, can't catch me! Can't catch me~~" Although Little Ant is already 222 years old, in the world of demons, it's still just a young brat, always playful and unable to shake off its childishness.
Until Wang Ning lost his patience for playing around, the little guy hastily said: "Don't go! Don't go! I have something important to find you! I'm here to help you——"
"Help me? Hehe——" Wu Ningmo compared the small ant in her palm to her own large body, and said with interest, "Tell me, what magic do you have? What can you help me with?"
"Ah——" The little ant said proudly, "My magic has increased, invisibility, prophecy, transformation......"
When Wǔ Níng Mò said: "Then transform one for me to see!" the little ant was speechless, it stammered for half a day before saying: "Actually, I'm still young, my magic is still under excavation——"
"You mean you still can't do anything?" Wu Ningmu smiled and looked at the ant that liked to show off. Suddenly, she remembered something, immediately took out her phone to check the time, then slapped her thigh: "One fifty-five?! Buying cake! The opening ceremony is going to be late again——"
Wang Jing suddenly pulled her leg and ran, completely forgetting the little guy who was chatting with her happily just now; then, she got excited and threw the small thing away, throwing it far away.
Watching the figure of Dance Condensation hastily leaving, a certain unfortunate ant spirit was sitting in a small ditch by the side of the road, rubbing its waist and wailing: "Ahh, I'm going to die! Ahh, my old waist! Eh? Don't go! Wait for me to finish speaking! Hey hey hey, I'm here to help you! You will have a calamity recently——”
