Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2042

Chapter 2042: Out on a Picnic
The luan bird under Mu Ziqi’s feet spewed more fire at Ning Shu. Before Ning Shu could move, Little Grass swayed the chair to dodge the attack.
Little Grass stretched out many vines towards Mu Ziqi, wanting to entangle both the person and the bird. The luan bird saw the vines coming towards them, spread its wings, and flew away, even spitting fire at the vine while doing so.
The vines became pitch-black while the leaves and flowers withered under the roasting fire. Ning Shu’s heart sank as she watched it happen.
Although some vines were burnt to a crisp, many more extended themselves.
“Chirp, chirp…” The luan bird shouted sharply, continuously dodging the vines that were aiming for it.
Mu Ziqi half-squatted on the luan bird’s body, so as not to fall off. He looked pitiful. Although both sides were equally deadlocked, Ning Shu was carefreely sitting on her chair. She even picked a flower off and smelled it.
It was like she was out on a picnic.
Seeing Ning Shu like this, Mu Ziqi felt even more powerless. He finally understood the feelings those previously abused by him might’ve had.
Mu Ziqi still couldn’t believe that this extremely weak person had suddenly become so powerful.
The ant that he could easily pinch to death at any time had suddenly turned into a giant dragon.
The luan bird continuously spat fire at the vines. The energy required to do so was probably pretty big since its beautiful feathers had become a lot duller.
Comparatively, Little Grass, amidst the flames, became even braver the longer it fought as it began to absorb the energy from the fire.
Ning Shu asked Little Grass in her mind, “Can you endure it?”
“I can endure it, it just hurts a lot.” Little Grass’s voice was tearful, sniffing up its snot as it talked, causing Ning Shu’s heart to soften. “If you really can’t, then we can just withdraw.”
“It’s okay, I can bear it.” Little Grass said softly.
Little Grass stretched out its vines towards the luan bird. Even though vines would be burnt to a crisp by the fire, it was still stubbornly concentrating on dragging the two flying people down.
The entire stadium was quiet. Everyone held their breath as they fixedly stared at the battlefield on stage.
Lian Bingmeng frowned when she saw Mu Ziqi falling into a disadvantageous position, and carefully sized up Ning Shu, who was sitting leisurely on the flower chair. The more Lian Bingmeng looked at her the more Ning Shu seemed like a stranger
Was Yue Shuangshuang like this? Lian Bingmeng suspected that Yue Shuangshuang had been possessed by a transmigrator just like herself.
It seemed she had to test that theory out.
The battle continued. One side was sitting calmly on the stage while the other was getting a little weary. The luan bird had only lost concentration for a second and slowed down by half a beat when its body got entangled by the vine.
“Master, I caught it…” Little Grass tugged the luan bird and Mu Ziqi down, not forgetting to show off its achievement to Ning Shu.
“Master, can I eat that thing that can fly? The thing with two legs looks the same as Master, I won’t eat it. Can I just eat the one that can fly?” Little Grass asked Ning Shu in a cute and soft childish voice.
“No, you can’t eat either of them.” Ning Shu said with a smile.
Little Grass “oh”-ed in disappointment.
Meanwhile, Mu Ziqi and his summoned beast were entangled by the vines and were unable to move a single step. Mu Ziqi’s eyes were red as he violently struggled against them but his efforts only chafed off his skin.
Ning Shu sat on the chair, propping her chin up with her hand, condescendingly overlooking Mu Ziqi. She felt incredibly cool.
She had wanted to beat up Mu Ziqi for a long time. Today she had at last found an opportunity.
“Master, let me eat him,” Little Grass said immediately. “It’s the best punishment for him, and it can also provide me energy.”
Ning Shu: …
“Can you have a little greater of a life purpose and not just think about eating all day.” Ning Shu said irritatedly.
“Then what should I think about?” Little Grass asked in confusion.