"Masta," the sapling called out again, rushing over to Qiao Mu with its tiny build. Tearfully, it exclaimed, "Masta, Qiuqiu might be dying soon."
"Don't spout nonsense."
"Look, look, Qiuqiu's body has mutated! Masta, look! Qiuqiu has an eye. It's so scary, so scary, so scary!!"
The little creature's words resembled a demonic chant, persistently repeating those three terrifying phrases, the haunting echoes lingering in everyone's ears.
Annoyed by its incessant barking, Qiao Mu slapped its head. "Shut up!"
"Masta," Qiuqiu gazed at her with a grievous expression, straightening its tiny form.
Lady Qiaoqiao's current height… well, it was barely parable to a sapling.
The sapling had an eye on its trunk, the blackness of which made it roll its eye, giving it an eerie appearance.
No wonder Qiuqiu was screaming for help as if the sky had collapsed.
This thing did look quite unsettling…
"Masta, Masta, what should we do? Is Qiuqiu about to die?" As the little treant spoke, tears began to fall. Its eyes misted as it looked at its Little Master with a pitiful expression.
"It won't die." Qiao Mu glanced at it apathetically before pulling it to her side. She moved in closer to examine that eye carefully.
"Qiaoqiao," Mo Lian promptly reached out and pulled her to his side. His expression turned serious as he said, "Be careful."
What on earth was this thing? It seemed to be born on Qiuqiu's tree trunk.
As if it had grown within Qiuqiu's body from the start, it now fortably closed its eye. A faint glow emanated from its eyes, indeed staring at them in a disconcerting manner.
"Qiuqiu, this thing… it makes me uneasy." Little Droplet shifted its small form, retreating behind Qiao Mu and Mo Lian step by step.
"Masta, did Qiuqiu mutate?"
"It won't." Qiao Mu narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the eye for a while. Unable to contain herself, she broke free and lightly tapped her little head.
"What's wrong?" Mo Lian quickly reached out to grab her tiny hand.
"I think…" Qiao Mu tilted her small head, examining the eye on Qiuqiu's body. After a moment of contemplation, she said, "I think I recognize it."
"Ah?" The sapling became slightly agitated and eagerly asked Qiao Mu, "Masta, do you recognize it? What is it? Do you know?"
"Demonic eyes, demonic eyes," Qiao Mu muttered, hitting her little head again. "I should have seen it somewhere before."
"Really, Master?" The sapling looked at her with hope, inquiring, "Then do you have a way to remove this ugly thing from my body?"
Qiao Mu shook her head with a stoic expression. "My intuition tells me that you did this yourself."
'What?'
Qiuqiu's black bean-like eyes instantly filled with water vapor.
Masta, Masta is scolding Qiuqiu!
Masta says that Qiuqiu did it to itself!
Does this mean that this strange eye was voluntarily taken in by Qiuqiu?
Impossible!
Qiuqiu simply couldn't recall such an incident!
"Wu wu wu wu wu!!" Qiuqiu suddenly fell to the ground, creating a melodramatic scene. "Qiuqiu can't go on living. Masta doesn't love Qiuqiu at all!"
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