Xiao Tong Can't Speak!

Xiao Tong was now a baby. For an old monster... I mean, expert cultivator, who had lived for thousands of years, he was very good at acting. Xiao Tong had fully adapted to the life of a baby. He would only need to sleep, shit, eat and sleep again.

Whenever he saw someone he liked, he would ask for a hug. He was very good at winning people's hearts.

When people saw him, they would gasp. "Wow. He is so cute and beautiful!"

However, Xiao Tong didn't like it when they called him beautiful. He was a boy. He was handsome, not beautiful. Unfortunately, no one could understand his protest so his personal opinion was ignored.

"Hmm. Tong Tong, what's wrong?" Grandma Xiao saw her grandson's wrinkled face and asked curiously, "Why are you so unhappy? Who provoked you?"

Tong Tong's hands and feet moved randomly, and his mouth made a babbling sound.