"Sister Ahqing."
Within the monstrous cry that shook the heavens, a pitiful call suddenly emerged.
He Qing turned her head and saw Lin Lin still maintaining the posture of having been pushed over, staring at her intently.
He Qing's anger suddenly dissipated as if a soft breeze had swept over the wilderness, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
She couldn't help but soften her expression.
Lin Lin, slowly propping himself up with one hand on the ground, straightened his body.
Then, with a tone full of grievances, he spoke, "Such a little thing, without much spiritual intelligence nor any remarkable abilities, and it can scare people... What's the use of keeping it? Might as well let me eat it."
Watching He Qing's horrified face, his voice got smaller and smaller, "…although the fear of being eaten is just for a moment, after that, it will be a part of me, wouldn't that be more comfortable?"
"You shut your mouth."
