บท 1777: Cursey

As soon as Bu Fang stepped inside the Queen of Curses' palace, a silhouette came hurtling toward him. He frowned, lifted a hand, and placed his palm on the silhouette's head. The person in front of him remained in a lunging posture, swinging its arms as if it were trying to swim forward.

"You stinking chef! Quick, give this queen your dish!" a little girl's voice rang out.

Bu Fang could not help but raise his eyebrows. 'What is this? Oh? That little girl?' He stood still, his hand against the little girl's head.

After swinging her arms for some time and realizing she could not touch Bu Fang, the little girl moved back one step, fuming.

"Why are you still here? And why do you look so calm?" Bu Fang gave the little girl a strange look. It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful and cute little girl was the Queen of Curses, who had awed all the nearby universes with her fearsome strength.