Gu Qingming asked in surprise, "What… what are you?"
"Master, I'm not a thing. Well, that's not right. I'm a thing, and that's not right either." The elf had a cute little face and a little frown. "I'm… I'm a space elf!"
"Pfft!"
Looking at such a cute and beautiful little thing, Gu Qingming suddenly felt less nervous and uneasy.
She stretched out her slender white hand and opened her palm. The Space Spirit stood in her palm.
"What a cute little thing!" Gu Qingming looked at the cute little cutie in his palm and his heart softened.
The Space Spirit instantly protested, "Master, I'm not a little thing. I'm a Space Spirit!"
Gu Qingming nodded and said, "Okay, okay, you're a Space Spirit!"
Her other hand reached out to caress its small, white wings. They were actually soft and cool and very comfortable.
