The packrat counted the people she had thought of.
Even the Spiritual Divine Monkey and the Blue Phoenix were included.
At this moment, Mo Beiyuan had already carried her back to Cang Luan.
Seeing her little packrat like this, no matter how rational and calm she was usually, Yun Ran could not help but cry.
"Let me take a look at Sweetcake."
Previously, when the little packrat was by their side, she was a little princess who was doted on by everyone. But now, her hair was messy, her clothes were dirty, and her small shoes were frayed. There were red and swollen blisters on her toes.
Even her small hands were all covered in wounds. Some were new, and some were old.
Yun Ran couldn't imagine what kind of thing had happened to her little packrat during this period of time to make her covered in injuries.
Mo Beiyuan immediately took out food from his storage ring and handed it to the little packrat.
