Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

“What sort of demonic beast is that? When it couldn’t win, it spat—and it spat colorful spittle! What kind of demonic beast is that, Yan Qin? Why haven’t I seen it before?

“Also, why did it spit on me but not on you? Am I special, or are you too ordinary? How is that possible?”

Yan Qin touched the tip of his nose and thought to himself, “Young Master Gong, you’ve never fought before. And this is only your second time at Huayan Peak, okay?”

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Gong Cheng glared at him when he did not reply. “Say something!”

Yan Qin opened his palms and said helplessly, “Young Master Gong, I advised you not to wear white clothes. You insisted on wearing them. I had no choice.”

“What does this have to do with what I’m wearing?!” Gong Cheng stomped his feet.

Is it wrong for me to wear white? Is it wrong for me to like cleanliness? Why did it spit on me?!

“Of course it does.” Yan Qin nodded and was about to explain when he saw Rong Yang walk out of another tent.

“Yan Qin, did you encounter a Color-Painter Bird?”

When he saw Gong Cheng’s colorful clothes, he knew what beast he had encountered.

Gong Cheng had rested in the tent for two days after the three Rong brothers beat him up. They had nagged him so much that he became too afraid to stay any longer and followed Yan Qin to kill some demonic beasts.

They had seen Gong Cheng leave in white clothes and had looked at him meaningfully.

There were many demonic beasts in the Yu Beast Domain, but they were not particularly dangerous, so few people were defending against them.

However, there was a demonic beast in the Yu Beast Region called the Color-Painting Bird. It was not very deadly. Even a dabbler like Gong Cheng could defeat it.

However, the Color-Painting Bird was very special. When it was unable to defeat someone, it liked to spit. It would spit at people wearing white, in particular.

It was named the Color-Painting Bird because it liked to paint with its saliva.

Of course, it also liked other colors, but white was its favorite. Perhaps it was because spitting on white would make it more colorful.

This was the Color-Painting Bird.

Yan Qin had already persuaded Gong Cheng to change his clothes. He remembered what Gong Cheng had said.

“I want to wear white. What’s the big deal? Hmph! If blood gets on my white clothes, it means I killed a demonic beast. What do you know?!”

That was what he said. Everyone made amused faces when they heard it.

Indeed, they had expected this. The Color-Painting Bird had spat all over him, not even sparing his face and arms.

What was this? It served him right for ignoring their advice and dressing inappropriately!

“Yes, we encountered a few Color-Painting Birds,” Yan Qin said helplessly as he looked at Rong Yang.

He did not expect to encounter so many Color-Painting Birds. He thought he was doomed too, but unexpectedly, he had Gong Cheng shield them.

The Color-Painting Birds spat on Gong Cheng unreservedly.

Two more people did not react quickly enough and were spat on.