"Sister Qing Nu, is that your water?"
It was only after Lin Yun asked this question that he suddenly felt something was not quite right.
Xiao Qing's little head slowly emerged from the Spirit Liquid Sea, confused, "Master, did you call me?"
"I didn't call you, from now on you're still Xiao Qing."
Lin Yun said in a speechless manner.
The name he had given Xiao Qing coincided with someone else's, and even the name Xiao Qing had chosen for herself was the same as another's—it was too hard.
Lin Yun ignored Xiao Qing, who was blowing bubbles, and turned to look at the wooden carving.
The statue still wore the same expression, but this time Lin Yun felt a layer of clouds darken her face – not good!
He had already upset Qing Nu last time, and this question seemed to have made her even unhappier.
Obviously, trying to force communication now was also a mistake, better to let it be.
