If crying was useful, the small morning glory would have already been bawling!
How come it felt that it had a grueling future ahead?
The small morning glory lay limply against Qiao Mu's shoulder, completely out of strength.
Qiao Mu cast it a side glance and begrudgingly took out a small bottle of medicinal solution from her inner world. "Here, a tonic for you."
Look at this useless fellow. She had only extracted a tenth of its poison essence, yet it now looked like it was threatening suicide.
This useless little one.
Miss Qiao was inwardly despising it, yet her hands dexterously fed the morning glory a whole bottle of nourishing solution.
*Flutter…* The light sound of flapping butterfly wings was heard.
Several hundred poison-tailed butterflies had returned and circled around Qiao Mu.
