"Masta," the sapling called out again, rushing over to Qiao Mu with its tiny build. Tearfully, it exclaimed, "Masta, Qiuqiu might be dying soon."
"Don't spout nonsense."
"Look, look, Qiuqiu's body has mutated! Masta, look! Qiuqiu has an eye. It's so scary, so scary, so scary!!"
The little creature's words resembled a demonic chant, persistently repeating those three terrifying phrases, the haunting echoes lingering in everyone's ears.
Annoyed by its incessant barking, Qiao Mu slapped its head. "Shut up!"
"Masta," Qiuqiu gazed at her with a grievous expression, straightening its tiny form.
Lady Qiaoqiao's current height… well, it was barely comparable to a sapling.
The sapling had an eye on its trunk, the blackness of which made it roll its eye, giving it an eerie appearance.
No wonder Qiuqiu was screaming for help as if the sky had collapsed.
This thing did look quite unsettling…
