Kapitel 126: Chapter 125: You Can't Treat a Child Like This

However, what set Mianmian apart from Sun Wukong's great turmoil in the Underworld was that Mianmian was but a little bun, holding a Soul-hooking Rope in her hand, with a string of ghosts hanging from it.

Her chubby little steamed bun face was stern as she saw the Yin Soldiers wielding their weapons about to strike her, and with a little stretch of her hand, she put up a Spiritual Power Shield.

Liao Zhe watched as Mianmian barged into the Underworld, and the patrolling Yin Soldiers wanted to hit Mianmian. Initially, he was smirking devilishly, thinking his scheme of sowing discord was working and that maybe he could sneak away unnoticed. Who would have thought Mianmian would actually conjure up a Spiritual Power Shield?

That was one thing, but how could this child have caught them all in her hand?

The reason for "them" was that Mianmian, using the Soul-hooking Rope, had grabbed all the male ghosts and kneaded them into a black qi-emitting ball.