Wushen's face instantly flushed crimson with shame and anger.
"Is this you—when you hadn't even grown all your feathers yet?"
"So short—even among our Titan Clan you managed to be this short—seems you had a second growth spurt later—"
"Eek—you already learned to wear lipstick back then?—Quite skilled—even learned to wear black stockings? Very avant-garde—"
"I thought you were that nasty witch from childhood—turns out—you had such a silly cute phase too—"
Titan Head extended a tentacle and flicked the large rabbit ear headpiece on her head.
"The famous Shaman—would wear this kind of headpiece too—"
"Hahahahaha!"
Titan Head began laughing recklessly, very loudly, clearly in a good mood, very refreshed.
"You think—you're—a bunny girl—"Titan Head laughed even more mockingly.
Wushen gritted her teeth, her two fists clenched crackingly, her face flushed completely red.
Being seen by her damned husband in her childhood form and being recklessly mocked like this—no matter how you think about it, it's something that can't help but make one angry!
Because when she was alive before, whether in front of their daughter or him, she always maintained an extremely noble, dignified lady image.
Nothing like now.
Instantly, Wushen raised her head in shame-induced rage, her gaze at Lynn almost capable of tearing him apart.
But because she was just too childish, even when trying hard to glare angrily, it was difficult to feel threatening.
Of course.
This is excluding the factor of size.
Wushen closed her eyes, gritted her teeth crackingly, clenched her fists and said, "Had enough laughing, idiot? This is just a small mistake. I think a useless person like you would probably want to revert to your former self to take a look too, right?"
"But sorry, my virtuous son-in-law can't help useless people who have ill intentions toward him. So even if you want to change back, you have no chance."
Titan Head let out a cold, crackling laugh.
"Heh—you can hypnotize yourself—you think I can't—"
Wushen coldly glanced at him mockingly, sneering, "With what? A brute whose brain is all muscle? You can handle delicate curses? Stop bragging! And with your size, even if you wanted to hypnotize yourself, it's impossible!"
Titan Head sneered, "Who said—I'd use—hypnosis—"
Wushen's small eyebrows raised.
And the next moment, under Lynn and Little One's shocked gazes, two tentacles instantly shot out, directly coiling around the small hillock not far away.
Swish—
Lynn and Little One suddenly looked up, wide-eyed, staring in shock at the small hill that was thrown immeasurably high.
Because the speed was so fast, almost instantly the small hill became a tiny dot.
Ding—
The light dot flashed and vanished.
"It disappeared!" Lynn said in shock.
"Thrown so high!" Little One exclaimed in surprise.
Titan Head sneered as he flexed the muscles on his face, found the right position, and wriggled over.
"A real Titan—never uses those flashy tricks—"
"I've already lowered—my defense to the minimum—conscious self-repulsion—is also suppressed—"
"Can you compare with me?—Can you match me?—Hehehehe—"
Boom—
A huge roar.
Under Lynn and Little One's shocked stares, the small hill thrown high into the sky, with unimaginable acceleration, amid Titan's mocking laughter, crashed boomingly onto his forehead.
Billowing dust scattered.
Titan Head lay on the ground (x﹏x), his long tongue lolling out, sticky brain fluid bubbling out, surrounding tentacles twitching sporadically.
"Remember—" Titan Head tremblingly raised one tentacle, struggling weakly;
"3001 years ago—my peak state—reproduce it—father-in-law will—protect you for life—"
Slap—
As soon as he finished, the tentacle dropped to the ground, silent.
"Father!" Little One trembled and knelt down suddenly.
"Uncle!" Lynn trembled, his eyes moistening.
The bleak wind whistled sorrowfully.
The black-haired seeing off the white-haired.
An inexplicably mournful atmosphere wantonly spread around.
Strangely, the feeling of holding a funeral ceremony suddenly emerged.
The two of them started crying instantly.
"..."
"Your father isn't dead yet, daughter, why are you crying?" Wushen said, arms crossed, temple twitching.
Little One (╥﹏╥) wiped her tears, saying, "Doctor brother cried—so Little One cried too—somehow it feels so sad—sob sob—"
Wushen Head's eye twitched, teeth gritted, "And why are you crying, kid?"
Lynn wiped his tears, eyes slightly red, "Sorry, lost composure. Used to follow master to nearby funerals often, really can't bear seeing this kind of scene, can't help shedding tears at the sight. Crying once earned 50 coins..."
Little One (╥﹏╥) said, "Sob sob—that's quite a lot—"
"..."
Wushen closed her eyes, fists clenching crackingly.
This won't do!
Feels like if daughter continues with this guy, my perfectly good daughter will eventually become abnormal too!
Does this person even know the difference between himself and normal people?!
"Stop crying first!" Wushen Head opened her eyes, twitching,
"He went through so much trouble to knock himself out, see if you can reproduce for him?"
Lynn wiped the tears from his eyes, thought for a moment, sensing his remaining mental energy.
Then he pondered, "Mental energy is almost depleted. Even excluding other interference factors, with my current mental energy, I don't have full confidence..."
Wushen sneered, "That's easy. If you lack mental energy, I can give you some. Just reproduce for him."
Lynn thought about it.
Then nodded.
He stood up from Little One's hand, his gaze turning serious, slowly reaching his hand toward the (x﹏x) state Titan Head.
[Ding! Would you like to immediately activate skill "Echoes of the Past" on Titan Head?]
"Yes!"
[Ding! Detected target's rejection level toward you is 120%, resistance level toward you: 200%, trust level bonus: -20%, cannot complete reproduction!]
[Ding! Detected target is in a highly unconscious state, detected target's mind has granted you special permissions, various influences temporarily erased, can proceed with effect.]