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A normal person would surely soften at the sight.
Xie Jiuniang was not within the range of normal people.
Artifact spirits weren't truly human after all, and they didn't possess something like tears. If it was acting pitiable, it was certainly imitating someone.
"Smack!"
Broken Sword knocked atop Little Fatty's head, "What's there to cry about? Has my master mistreated you? It's only been a few months of neglect, what's the big deal? I've often been bullied by her without shedding a tear."
Little Fatty was smacked.
I thought he'd be even more aggrieved.
Instead, not only did he stop crying, but he thought Broken Sword was playing with him, immediately beaming with joy and reaching out his chubby hands to hug Broken Sword.
Scared, Broken Sword wooshed away in an attempt to escape.
