Hua Jinyan held back his laughter. "You could look at it that way."
Little Taotie earnestly nagged, "Don't be mad anymore. If you keep being mad, I'm afraid you'll spontaneously combust. You've seen those ancient, totally beat-up vintage cars that just catch fire by themselves, right? You're an Ancient Pagoda, you've been around for several thousand years now, that makes you some seriously ancient Golden Tower Gold Bricks. What if you spontaneously combust, catch fire, and turn to ash? Right now you look all shiny and golden and super pretty, but if you turn to ash, you'll just be all gray and dull and pitch black."
Gold Bricks: "…"
It only hated that it didn't have a mouth.
The Gold Bricks stopped smoking and stopped moving.
It decided to just lie flat and rot.
Little Taotie reached out and tapped it. "Why aren't you smoking anymore?"
Gold Bricks: "…"
Little Taotie poked it again with her finger. "Why aren't you moving?"
