"Oh~ Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry~" The Lake Fairy knew that Angerong's fierce appearance had scared the child, so she quickly pulled the baby back a bit and said somewhat accusingly, "Don't get so close, you're scaring the child!"
"...Brat!" Angerong had hardly ever endured such humiliation, but he couldn't retort; that was his nephew, a baby, why get angry at a baby?
Poor World-Devourer Primarch, he could only retreat two steps in a huff, then wiped his face, leaving a hand full of the smell.
"Hahaha! Angerong, clean your face!" Fugen struggled to hold back his laughter, his entire face crumpled together from trying to restrain it, and he offered a towel. "I think you'll need this!"
"~!@#%^&*," Angerong used the towel to wipe his face, and after several swipes, he muttered, "Not bad."
"Not bad?" Fugen was a bit puzzled.
