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This is even more exaggerated than disturbing a witch!
At this moment, faced with Liliyana's two brilliant eye sockets, Fu Qian couldn't help but feel emotional.
He could feel that the moment he disturbed her, he was targeted and a special connection was established.
The spiritual shock that followed was many times stronger than the fragmentary thoughts Wen Li unwittingly accepted.
This act, almost like forcefully pressing a Spiritual Imprint onto the brain, was far more vicious than merely scratching someone with a paw.
In the midst of a tingling sensation, Fu Qian watched as the surface of his skin flickered with colors, granules bulged, and eventually converged into a glaze similar to the one on Liliyana's body.
"Little Lily, the unit actually understands your feelings," he said.
However, instead of retreating in the face of such a transformation, Fu Qian stepped forward and crouched in front of Liliyana.
At the same time, he spoke earnestly and with heavy concern.
