"You're courting disaster! How dare you roar at my masta!? Imma kill you!"
The little white squirrel pawed at the weeds on the ground. It swung its four tails and stared aggressively at the tiger with its furry ferocious face.
The shrubs nearby shook, and all of a sudden—
A sinister, horrifying, and wrinkled old face abruptly appeared in front of Qiao Mu.
That old woman moved rapidly. She appeared in front of Qiao Mu without stopping, like a wisp of smoke.
Qiao Mu was startled, and she reflexively stepped backward.
She was met with a wrinkled old face in which half of it had been burned black and was missing an eye.
"Roar!" The ferocious tiger roared irascibly.
The old woman quickly stuck out a finger to stop it. She spoke in a low, raspy voice, "Red Fur, stop it."
Her single eye was fixated on Qiao Mu just like this. It made Qiao Mu's hair stand on end.
Suddenly, a tear streamed down from her single eye.
