A'niu looked innocent, "Boss Mu, why do you curse yourself like that?"
"You're alive and well, why say you're dead?"
A'niu's naive appearance nearly made Mo Lingling burst into laughter.
But seeing Murong Jiang's face lined with irritation, she held back.
"Play the flute!"
Murong Jiang suddenly commanded coldly.
Rong'er hurriedly wrestled free from the dazed A'niu's grasp.
She lifted the flute.
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
Mo Lingling had been fine until she heard the sound of the flute.
Her stomach suddenly twisted in pain.
"Ah, it hurts so much, what's going on?"
Mo Lingling didn't dare to call A'niu's name for help.
In pain, she clutched her stomach and rolled on the ground.
The sound of the flute grew louder and clearer.
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
Mo Lingling's stomach hurt more and more.
It was as if something was trying to burrow out from the inside.
"Stop blowing, it hurts so much."