Under the strange gaze of Wang Wu, Niu Aihua directly rolled three times, smearing cow dung all over his body.
This would have been enough, but the cow dung surprisingly sprouted dense green vines again, wrapping him in a thick layer in less than half a minute, like a vined-up Old Niu.
Furthermore, it's unclear what Niu Aihua did, but Pork Belly, who was also soaked in the cow dung, found himself covered with vines, turning him into a small zongzi, and as he stretched his neck, the still-unconscious Pork Belly was carried onto Niu Aihua's back.
"See, third brother, I told you it's no problem, let's set off quickly, I can't wait to become an Eighth-Grade Grass and Wood Demon Soldier."
Niu Aihua bounced excitedly, even clapping rhythmically, as if performing a tap dance.
Wang Wu was truly shocked, yes, although the process was filthy, the result indeed lived up to Old Niu's title of the Little Prince of Ancient Blood Cow Dung.
