Xiao Shisan glanced at the motionless Qian Youying body beside him, then looked back at the seemingly dull and not very bright An Zijin.
She pouted, but still reluctantly let go of Ji Fengyao's hand.
An Zijin stared intently at the little guy's disdainful look, and a row of black lines instantly appeared on her forehead:
She, a dignified Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, was actually looked down upon by a toddler who was not even three years old!
But this little baby is really cute!
His face was delicate and fair, and his eyes, like black grapes, were full of intelligence, as if he could understand everything you said.
Her small, bright red lips had a distinct lip line, and even her earlobes were perfectly proportioned.
What's even more amazing is that when he's with Ji Fengyao, he becomes a clingy little baby, always smiling sweetly and wanting to be hugged.
But when I look at her.
The little thing's smile was no longer sweet; it crossed its little hands and instantly became aloof, exuding an extremely noble aura.
"Little Thirteen, how old are you? You're so young and you already know how to treat others differently?" An Zijin was surprised, curious and found him adorable. She deliberately reached out and lifted Little Thirteen's chubby little chin, which had been fed by Ji Fengyao, to tease him.
“He’ll be three in a few months. Don’t let his small size fool you, he’s incredibly smart. He understands everything I say. You’d better be careful what you say to him, or he might hold a grudge,” Ji Fengyao said with a smile as she turned around after hearing An Zijin’s loving voice.
"Really?" An Zijin found it even more intriguing.
She carried Xiao Shisan away to a place where she wouldn't get in Ji Fengyao's way, but still could see Ji Fengyao.
She then put Xiao Shisan down, letting him stand on the ground by himself, while she supported him with both hands on either side of him.
"Well, Auntie said that Little Thirteen is really good-looking, and Auntie likes Little Thirteen very much. Do you know what that means?" An Zijin said with a smile and in a soft voice, looking at Little Thirteen.
Little Thirteen's bright black eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, whose smile and speech were somewhat idiotic:
He's really ugly, not even half as good-looking as his master!
But since she was smiling quite kindly, let's not embarrass her too much.
With a slight forward lean, Little Thirteen opened his chubby little hands and gave An Zijin's neck a perfunctory hug to show affection.
"Wow, you little thing, you can really understand human speech now, that's so funny!" An Zijin exclaimed with delight, lifting up Little Thirteen and laughing.
Little Thirteen put on a colder, more aloof expression:
You're the little brat!
Your whole family are little creatures, and they can't even understand human speech!
He's not a toy, what are you playing with!
Master, this aunt doesn't seem very bright, Little Thirteen shouldn't play with her!
Xiao Shisan cast a pleading look at Ji Fengyao, and saw that Ji Fengyao was pulling Qian Youying's soul out from between her eyebrows. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was completely focused and could not afford to be distracted. His slightly open mouth closed again.
Well, in order not to disturb his master, he decided to play with this slightly dim-witted aunt for a while longer.
Two hours later.
Qian Youying's soul has finally returned to its original state, and the heartbeat deep in the mine has diminished to a level that no longer poses a threat to him.
“Miss, if the people from the Yan Jingdong Dan family are after the Immortal Heart in the mine, they will surely be fast and their strength will be considerable. If you intend to play the role of the hunter-gatherer, it may not be so easy,” Qian Youying said as soon as she stabilized.
“It was not easy before, but it’s easy now,” Ji Fengyao said with a mysterious smile.
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