Qiao Mu remained oblivious to Holy Son Miyan's thoughts. After Mo Lian carried her back to the yurt, she slept soundly until midnight, when she was abruptly awakened by a familiar voice.
"Masta, Masta, Masta, Masta, ah!"
The demonic chant echoing in her mind belonged to her tree, her Qiuqiu!
Qiuqiu was finally stirring.
The little creature immediately flipped over and sat up, her movements so vigorous that it woke Crown Prince Mo.
"What's wrong, Qiaoqiao?"
Crown Prince Mo sat up, and a small candle lit up in a corner of the yurt, revealing the little creature's face.
Thinking she might be having a nightmare, he was relieved to see her normal expression. He asked softly, "What happened, Qiaoqiao?"
"Qiuqiu spoke." Qiao Mu blinked and tugged at his sleeve. "Set up a defensive boundary."
"Alright." Mo Lian waved his hand, creating a defensive barrier outside the yurt.
They both then retreated into Paradise Planet.
