Tears welled at the corners of the infant's eyes due to the sudden brightness. The child blinked twice, wriggled slightly and then looked up at Lin Mu.
Cute. Innocent. Pink chubby cheeks.
Lin Mu prepared himself to hear a tiny cry.
HUU
Instead, the baby inhaled sharply and then bellowed:
"NOW WHICH MOTHERFUCKER WALKED IN HERE TO GAZE UPON THE GLORIOUS NAKED FORM OF THIS IMMORTAL?"
Lin Mu jerked hard enough that the runes under his feet flickered.
The baby's voice was high pitched, still carrying the softness of an infant's undeveloped throat, but the words were unmistakably crude. Horrifyingly crude. The kind of curses one would hear shouted across a drunken brawl behind a tavern.
He tried to process it, but the baby was not finished.
"Oi, you. Yes, you. You think I do not hear your self righteous breathing? Speak up, you sack of sanctimonious donkey spit."
Lin Mu's lips parted.
Nothing came out.
In his mind, Xukong released a booming laugh.
