"Whoooo~~~"
Little Mo Xie ran out from Chu Mu's Soul Pet Space on her own, looking at the three silent people with a puzzled face.
After observing them for a while, Mo Xie saw that they were all mysteriously silent, so she stopped paying attention to them and hopped over to the deliciously hot soup.
Little Dream of Death lifted its head to glance at Mo Xie, made room for her, and then buried its head again, continuing to drink fervently.
Such delicious soup not being drunk, yet there was still the mind to talk—Little Mo Xie thought this to herself, so she immediately brought her face closer to the soup...
For Dream of Death and Mo Xie, whether humans had Race levels was utterly insignificant. Moreover, because of their high levels, it was already rare for them to find opponents to flex their muscles against; for battle-hungry Soul Pets, a lack of battles was like a famine of food—maddeningly starving.
