She gazed at the diminutive figure with a stoic and expressionless petite face, encased within a transparent chicken eggshell and cradled in Feng Chen's quilted arms. The sight before her was nothing short of comical.
Suppressing his amusement, Mo Lian reached out to take the eggshell. At that moment, the little fellow's entire body was confined within the spherical shell, rendering her unable to grasp anything firmly.
Surveying her situation, she undid her defensive barrier with a dispassionate expression before gracefully leaping out.
Duan Yue would have bet his head that if anyone dared to flash a smirk at this very instant, Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao would undoubtedly wield her washboard for a thorough reprimand.
Unexpectedly, the intervention of the quilt had saved that young lad from the barbarian tribes. He had been on the brink of destruction from the thunderbolts, but someone, in silence, had whisked him away using a quilt.
