"But the ten-thousand-year-old fire lotus is actually…" Leng Ruoxue was at a loss. The spirit of the ten-thousand-year-old fire lotus was already born and looked so cute, so she really couldn't do it.
"Xue'er, he won't wake up without the fire lotus pill." The little silver mink pointed at Freak.
"You're right. Freak is more important to me." Leng Ruoxue steeled her heart. Little Fire, I'm sorry. I can only sacrifice you for him.
After making up her mind, Leng Ruoxue left the purple bamboo house to find Little Fire.
"Mommy." Seeing Leng Ruoxue, Little Fire immediately dashed over and threw himself into her arms, acting coquettishly.
"Little Fire, what are you doing?" Leng Ruoxue asked curiously.
"They were playing with me, and they even told me a lot about Mommy," Little Fire said in a childish voice while pointing at Feng Da and the others.
