Instinctively, he splayed his legs, raised his hands, tilted his head back, opened his mouth, posing himself as a flower vase.
The surrounding classmates were stunned.
Some who knew him immediately spoke.
"Old Wan, what's wrong with you?"
Wan Bocheng snapped out of his daze.
"Oh, oh, nothing really."
He just felt that walking normally was rather uncomfortable. That odd pose was more comfortable.
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
The effect of the Washing Bottle Technique was quite domineering. If not dealt with quickly, he feared this group of classmates would all end up like living human flower vases!
Bai Mo pondered for a moment, roughly understanding that it was the antics of the King of Darkness again. He guessed what he might be after.
The grudge of being scolded last time hadn't been avenged yet. Standing by the chaotic playground, amid the crowd, as the cold night wind blew, Bai Mo's mind was in deep thought.
"This time, let's see if we can resolve it once and for all?"
