Cattaleya clenched her fists.
"If this body were not so tiny, I would punch him," she whispered.
Tao Yinsu winked. "Flirting will get you nowhere."
Cattaleya gagged. "I am going to throw up."
Lin Mu finally had enough.
He lifted Tao Yinsu gently and placed him on a soft cushion.
"I will stay here for some time. The child needs supervision. Guidance. And protection."
The Patriarch bowed endlessly.
"We will prepare everything needed. Anything you want. Anything the child needs."
Tao Yinsu pumped his fist in victory.
"Good. I want warm blankets. Soft pillows. Food that is not imaginary. Clothing that is not embarrassing. And someone to carry me around because crawling is beneath the dignity of an immortal."
Lin Mu sat cross legged and closed his eyes, ignoring the rant.
In his mind Xukong chuckled.
"You have gained a temporary disciple. Whether you like it or not."
Lin Mu exhaled deeply.
This was no disciple. This was a calamity wrapped in baby fat.
