Chapter 552: The Achilles' Heel of the Flower Sprite
In Bravehart's memory, he once caught a wild rabbit and cooked it in a stone pot.
After it was cooked, he kindly offered it to the Flower Sprite, but the Flower Sprite fearfully avoided him and angrily said, "Who told you to cook it? I don't eat hot things and can't drink boiling water!"
Bravehart didn't understand the reason at that time, until a drop of rabbit soup accidentally splashed onto the Flower Sprite's arm, did Bravehart finally discover the truth.
After the Flower Sprite's arm touched the rabbit soup, a hole quickly appeared, and this hole grew larger and larger. If it weren't for the Flower Sprite having the Magic Pearl to heal, it would have been life-threatening at that time.
It turned out that the Flower Sprite's Achilles' heel was boiling water!
Flower Sprites, being plants, are afraid of being scalded by boiling water!
Bravehart found the pot from the crew and boiled water immediately.
He understood very well in his heart that the Flower Sprite hated him to the core. If the Flower Sprite didn't die today, then in the future, Bravehart would undoubtedly meet his doom!
On the other side,
The crowd still surrounded Bluey, shouting continuously, "Flower Sprite, get out! Flower Sprite, get out..."
The Flower Sprite's strong will was finally broken down.
A blue light weakly flew out from Bluey's brain.
The blue light wanted to find another body to invade, but Ivy and Alexander took the opportunity to attack the Flower Sprite with the power of the Magic Pearl.
The blue light grew weaker and weaker, eventually disappearing into the soil.
Bluey gained freedom, as if being reborn.
"Sister!" Bluey threw herself into Ivy's arms.
"It's okay, she's dead, don't be afraid!" Ivy tightly hugged Bluey, soothing her softly.
"Did she really die?" Bluey looked at where the Flower Sprite had disappeared, unable to believe it.
Just at that moment, the spot where the Flower Sprite had vanished suddenly showed some activity.
The soil was pushed aside by a small sprout.
The sprout grew at a visible speed, turning into long vines with countless blue and white flowers blooming on them.
"Damn it, the Flower Sprite has been reborn again!" Alexander clenched his fists and angrily said, "How can it never die? I even burned it with fire, but it didn't die!"
Bravehart, on the side, was desperately fanning the flames, hoping the water in the pot would boil faster.
As long as he poured boiling water on the flower, the Flower Sprite would undoubtedly die!
The water was about to boil soon, and Bravehart added more firewood, vigorously fanning the flames.
He kept shouting, "Boil, boil quickly, gurgle, bubble faster..."
Everyone looked at him in curiosity.
No one knew why the director was boiling water at such a critical moment.
Was he extremely thirsty?
Or had his mind gone awry?
Thinking about how Bravehart was bitten by hundreds of poisonous snakes not long ago, how the Flower Sprite severed his vital parts and turned them into minced meat, and how his leg was chopped off, all kinds of torture, everyone thought that Bravehart must have gone mad.
After experiencing such great shock, how could he possibly be mentally stable?
Ah, poor director!
Everyone sighed helplessly.
"Let me chop her!" Florence approached, clutching a cleaver.
She fiercely struck the vines of the flower spirit.
"You dare to bully our Bluey! You dare to bully Ivy sister! Your cultivation is so mediocre, yet you still want to seize other people's Magic Pearl! You must be dreaming!
I will chop you to death for Bluey! For Ivy sister! And I will chop you to death for all the people in the world!
You like to turn people into minced meat, don't you? Well, now I will turn you into minced meat too! Chop, chop, chop, I will chop... "
Florence wielded the cleaver while cursing, creating a rhythm.
As the crowd witnessed this scene, they all felt a great sense of satisfaction.
They couldn't help but shout in unison, "Kill it, kill it..."
Before long, Florence had chopped the entire vine into small pieces.
Florence, feeling a great sense of accomplishment, dropped the cleaver and said, "Alright, the flower spirit is thoroughly dead. She will never harm anyone again!"
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