"Haven't you guys noticed?" Duanmu Qing coughed lightly, "Qiaoqiao's complicated expression earlier was clearly…"
"A case of sour grapes!" Ma Ta took over from Duanmu Qing.
Yet Qi Xuanxuan promptly whacked the back of his head. "Wild talk!"
"Forget it, you're thinking the same too." Ma Ta grumpily shot Qi Xuanxuan a look while rubbing the back of his head.
"Humph. I could care less talking to you guys. How could Qiaoqiao be envious of us. See how many beasts she…" Qi Xuanxuan suddenly broke off.
"You've finally noticed." Ma Ta stroked his chin and chuckled, "The little stoic's beasts are all chibi-sized! Cute and adorable! How could their charisma compare to that of our summoned beasts?"
"Phooey, Qiaoqiao's are all divine beast and sacred beasts."
But it couldn't be helped that even the sacred beasts were so cute.
