Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

All of this happened so suddenly on the calm sea in the dead of night that the scholars and writers on board screamed and ran around in terror, while others hid in their rooms and cried loudly, shouting for a return voyage.

Snowballs of all sizes continued to rain down from the deep sea, wave after wave, but this time, none of them hit the ship.

Without exception, they were all intercepted by the malevolent energy in mid-air and shattered into dust.

A sharp, stabbing pain emanated from his healing heart, but to Wu Li, this pain was nothing. His gaze swept over Chai Xiaomi's slightly reddened forehead, his brows furrowing slightly, and a cold, almost imperceptible killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Chai Xiaomi didn't have night vision and couldn't see his expression, but she could hear his flat voice coming from above her head, suppressing a sinister and violent aura: "I'll go deal with those pirates right away."

Before she could react, she was gently put down.

The sensation under my buttocks is wrong.

It felt like sitting on a cushion, soft and a little slippery.

It wasn't until a pair of eerie green snake eyes gleamed in the darkness and stared at her intently that she realized it was a red dragon.

The next second, a hand reached out and slapped the snake's head mercilessly. "What are you staring at her for? Don't you know your eyes are terrifying in the dark?"

The snake, scolded by its owner, could only turn its head away resentfully and droop on the ground.

While rubbing the red dragon's head, Chai Xiaomi quickly grabbed Wu Li, who was about to fly towards the sea: "Wait! I know you're angry, but don't be angry yet. We don't even know if the other party is a pirate!"

Whose brilliant pirate attacked with snowballs?

Just then, Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao arrived quickly. The white cat jumped to the highest point and looked around. The crew and guards on the ship lit torches, and the light instantly illuminated the sea not far away.

Just a few dozen feet away from the warship, a dragon-headed ship was moored. It was naturally a few sizes smaller than the warship, but it still looked impressive. A triangular flag was hanging on the bow, with two large characters written on it in bright colors: "Pirate".

Chai Xiaomi's silence was deafening.

This is strikingly similar to the "brothel" flag hanging outside the Illusionary Pavilion, as if they're afraid people won't know they're pirates.

This is the first time I've seen pirates attacking with snowballs. It's really ingenious, giving off a gangster vibe of someone carrying a water gun.

In the flickering firelight, she could make out dozens of people standing on the boat, each wearing strangely shaped masks and draped in black cloaks, completely covered from head to toe. Even so, it was still clear that they were all round-figured.

Several large, dark cannons protruded from the side of the ship, their muzzles pointed directly at the warship. It seemed that the snowballs from before had come from these cannons.

While they were sizing each other up, the other side was also sizing them up.

"Boss, boss, something's wrong! All our snowball cannons have been intercepted by some unknown force!"

The chubby figure, who was called "boss," turned around abruptly upon hearing this.

He wore a crooked paper crown, with a small purple flower pinned to the side. A small patch of snow-white skin peeked out from under his mask. He stood with his hands on his hips at the bow of the ship, looking menacing: "What?! Who dares to block my Snowball Cannon... uh!"

Before he could finish speaking...

He found himself with his feet off the ground.

A young man exuding a murderous aura had somehow appeared behind him, grabbing him by the back of his collar with one hand, like he was holding a disobedient dumpling.

"Who! What are you doing! What are you doing! Put me down!" He flailed his limbs in the air, his round body swaying back and forth. "I'm the boss! I have dignity! You're making me lose face!"

Wu Li looked down at it, expressionless: "Oh."

"Oh what?! Do you know how many men I have on this ship? Thirty-eight! They're all watching! How am I supposed to lead a team like this—"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "plop, plop" sound of someone falling into the water behind him.

He stiffly turned his head. The dragon boat was empty. His thirty-eight henchmen had all fled while he was captured.

The air fell silent for a moment.

His eyes darted around behind the mask, and the next second, he suddenly grabbed Wu Li's wrist, tilted his head back, and said in the most alluring voice in the world, "Boss, you're my new boss~~~"

Wu Li squinted at the white blob that could hardly be called a hand resting on his wrist, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips: "I have something to tell you."

"Boss, please speak!"

A cold glint flashed in Wu Li's eyes, and he gave a cold laugh: "I hate it when people touch me without permission. If you don't want my hand anymore, you can just say so."

The round figure was suddenly flung into the air. Before he could even cry out in alarm, several streams of malevolent energy arrived like chains, binding him firmly in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

The boy slowly raised one hand, his fingertips moving as if manipulating invisible threads. His round body was like a football, being tossed and pulled at will, sometimes crashing into the ferocious dragon head, sometimes falling into the towering sail.

Intermittent groans came from beneath the mask: "Ouch, ouch!"

"You brat!"

Suddenly a sharp shout rang out.

The white cat stepped onto Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder and landed together on the deck of the dragon-headed ship.

"A minor punishment will suffice as a warning." The white cat's gaze fell on the snow-white figure beneath the cloak, and it vaguely sensed an unusual aura. "This is just a snowball beast; it hasn't harmed any human lives."

Wu Li: "Its snowball hit the wrong person, so I just taught it a lesson."

"But you must not use your malevolent energy to harm others again."

The white cat's tone turned serious, carrying a hint of a teacher's authority, "How many times have I warned you? The more blood your evil aura is tainted with, the stronger your murderous intent will become. One day it will transform into a demon in your heart, devouring you bit by bit. If you really must take action, use the techniques I taught you. Those are the righteous paths that aim to purify all living beings and guide evil towards good."

These words clearly had no effect.

Wu Li picked at his ear with slight impatience. After the white cat finished speaking, he lazily lifted his eyelids, a disdainful smile on his lips: "Old man, what can your few tricks, which are like children playing house, do? They don't hurt or itch, they can't even hurt a hair on your head."

The white cat knew in its heart that Wu Li had never truly acknowledged it as his master.

His diligent study these past few days was partly to impress Xiaomi, and partly to prevent her from revealing the mother worm's attack to her. Therefore, when the crucial moment arrived, he wouldn't bother using those spells against anyone.

The atmosphere became somewhat somber for a moment.

Jiang Zhiyu spoke up at the opportune moment, breaking the deadlock: "Wu Li, since this snowball beast has hit Xiao Mi, why not take it back to the big ship and let Xiao Mi deal with it herself?"

Having said that, he turned to look at the distant warship. He saw Xiao Mi cupping her hands in front of her eyes, straining to see this way, but unfortunately, she couldn't make out anything. An invisible barrier of malevolent energy had formed between the two ships, blocking their view of each other.

He couldn't help but admire Wu Li's thoughtfulness; he didn't even want Xiao Mi to see him beating up a snowball beast.

Upon hearing this, Wu Li raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

He rarely gave Jiang Zhiyu such approval: "That's a good idea."

He hadn't seen Mimi genuinely angry in a long time; just now, her face was covered in snowflakes, and there was a clear fire burning in her almond-shaped eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder how she would vent her anger.