"Can't we just go in directly?"
Confirming that the old man's head truly had issues, GuaGua gave up scolding and instead played the game of an actor, tilting her head and asking in return.
"No, this device is too valuable. If it's still absorbing energy and we rashly open it, all my previous efforts will be wasted!"
Xiahou Danxin shook his head frantically, his face full of refusal.
He then took out a small object shaped like a microphone and handed it to GuaGua, sighing:
"Only this can establish a brief connection with the inside."
"But my words are useless, no matter what promises I make or how I entice them, I do not get any feedback."
"I'll give it a try!"
GuaGua's interest piqued, she hugged the microphone with both hands, nudged her head forward, and pressed the switch.
Then, taking a light breath, she called out in a clear voice, trying hard to shout:
"Little——Xiaoqi!"
"We've come to take you home! Hurry and drag out Xiaolan!"
