I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 112 An old acquaintance.

Ian immediately turned his attention to the veins in the direction of Honeydew Town, but the sensation lasted for less than a moment before quickly disappearing.

"An illusion? Or—" Ian's vigilance rose.

He needed more information, more professional advice. Among the others in Dragon Territory, Charles was experienced but limited by his race and the curse, Wrathhorn was a fierce warrior, and Murloc was focused on herbs—at this time, a knowledgeable "old monster" who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years would be very useful.

"Ms. Mo," Ian murmured to himself, as his consciousness sank into his body and touched the ancient book with a dark red cover that he had tucked into a corner of his body (Volume 1, Chapter 53, "Ms. Mo").

The pages of the book remained perfectly still, and the inhabitants inside seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Wake up, Ms. Mo." Ian picked up the book and tapped the cover twice with his tentacles. "Time to get up and pee!"

no response.

"Tsk, sleeping so soundly?" Ian muttered.

So Ian manipulated a part of the gelatinous body and began to mimic violent shaking, although the book inside the body did not appear to be moving violently.

But for Ms. Mo—

She was lying perfectly fine in bed, but her whole world felt like it had been stuffed into a washing machine.

Within seconds, the page shifted slightly.

A wisp of grayish-white smoke slowly emerged from between the pages of the book, condensing into a translucent phantom inside Ian's body, though it appeared extremely reluctant.

Ms. Mo yawned widely, her transparent robes shimmering faintly in the golden light flowing within Ian's body.

She stood with her hands tucked in her pockets, looking grumpy from just waking up.

"Ian—you'd better tell me a story that will captivate me in exchange, or I'll have your tale sung by bards all over the continent—"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Ian quickly interrupted her threat. "What do you know?"

Ms. Mo chuckled, a hint of smugness in her voice: "It loses its intimidating power if I say it out loud—just tell me, what kind of difficult problem do you need me to solve?"

Just then, Vivian, who had been sleeping soundly, seemed to sense something.

She groggily opened her golden vertical pupils and sniffed the air with her little nose.

The young dragon's senses were extremely sharp. Even though most of Ms. Mo's smoke form was inside Ian's body, she still managed to detect that extremely faint, non-physical soul fluctuation.

"----Um?"

Vivian sat up, looking at Ian with sleepy eyes.

To be precise, it was looking at the faintly visible grayish-white smoke inside Ian's body.

Ms. Mo also saw the baby dragon.

She paused for a moment, a clear look of surprise appearing on her soul-form face.

"Huh? Black Dragon? Why are you so small now? ————"

Before she could finish speaking, Vivian had already stretched out her little paws, curiously reaching towards Ian's body, her target pointing directly at Ms. Mo's ethereal face.

Vivian mumbled incoherently as her claws passed effortlessly through Ian's gelatinous substance and through Ms. Mo's smoky phantom.

She missed her target.

The young dragon paused, its golden vertical pupils filled with confusion.

Vivian withdrew her claws and stared at the cloud of smoke.

Ms. Mo felt a little uneasy under his gaze. She tried to greet him, "Vivian? Do you remember me? I'm Mo, from before—"

Vivian ignored her self-introduction.

She seemed to treat Ms. Mo as some kind of new toy.

After trying to scratch her several more times, each time her claws passed right through her body, her little face scrunched up, and she looked a little angry.

"Can't catch it!"

She said angrily, and then, following some kind of dragon's instinct, she slightly opened her mouth, and a faint red light shone from deep in her throat.

Ian: "Wait—"

It seems a bit late.

call!

A small wisp of dark dragon breath, a childlike version of the original, carrying scorching air and a faint destructive magic, spewed from Vivian's mouth, heading straight for the phantom of Lady Mo inside Ian's body!

"Whoa! Little Black Dragon, what are you doing?!" Ms. Mo exclaimed.

The grayish-white smoke phantom was hit squarely by this dragon breath, which, though weak, was of extremely high quality!

The soul form is immune to most physical attacks.

But they had absolutely no resistance to Vivian's dragon breath, which struck directly at the soul and the essence of energy!

Ms. Mo's hair was instantly ignited, a small tuft of flame like a will-o'-the-wisp appeared, and it began to spread rapidly!

Wow! A Slayer?

"Fire! Fire! Put it out!"

In a panic, Ms. Mo pounded her head, her smoke-formed arms flailing futilely as she tried to extinguish the dragon's breath.

"I'm just a poor bookworm! Not firewood, you know! Vivian, you were willful before, but you weren't this reckless!"

The scene was very chaotic at one time.

Ian quickly extended his magical tentacles, attempting to neutralize the flames with his celestial magic.

At the same time, another part of her consciousness had to comfort Vivian, who was very excited because she saw Ms. Mo perform a breakdance after the fire.

"Vivian! Don't breathe fire! Stop it! This is—this is an old acquaintance of yours!"

"An old acquaintance?"

Vivian's ears perked up, and she stopped spitting, but her big eyes remained fixed on the tuft of flame on Ms. Mo's head.

If someone's head is on fire, then it's definitely someone we know!

Fortunately, Ian's Starry Sky Magic seemed to have a certain suppressive effect on this dragon breath flame mixed with dark attributes. After several attempts, he finally managed to extinguish the increasingly fierce cold fire.

Ms. Mo's illusory figure dimmed considerably, and her once clear face became much blurry. She touched her still-smoking head with lingering fear, her voice trembling: "My beautiful hair! This almost burned me bald—"

"Ms. Mo, don't panic. Going bald will make you stronger. You won't lose out."

Ian looked at the mess inside and the innocent-looking, curious baby dragon outside, feeling utterly exhausted.

Taking care of a child, especially a dragon child that can breathe fire and is overly curious, is starting to feel like a slime game.

"Alright, Vivian, this is Ms. Mo, she is—the soul of a book residing in my body, not a toy," Ian explained, trying to use simple language.

"Oh————" Vivian nodded as if she understood, but her eyes were still lingering on Ms. Mo.

Ms. Mo turned to Ian, her tone becoming serious: "This isn't right. Vivian—how did she become like this? Doesn't she remember me at all? And her mind—"

The book spirit pointed to its head, a very obvious hint.

Ian sighed and quickly explained the situation.

Vivian has returned from her trip, but the Abyss Curse has struck, leaving her in a childlike state of mind and body, with unstable powers and amnesia.

Also, extremely sticky (like slime), even stickier than slime —

After listening, Ms. Mo's breath drifted slowly, as if she was processing the information.

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