Shouldn't Masta be abnormally sad and angry about this white-eyed man mutating into a demon?
Her excited tone didn't sound right!
The little treant looked at its Little Master in shock. "Masta, you, you want these eyeballs?"
"Yes, yes. Hurry up and bring them over. Bring them all over."
"I-I buried them under the tree." The little treant ran to a peach tree with a dismayed expression. He retrieved a small trowel from somewhere and started shoveling the soil. Muttering to himself, he said, "Master, I advise you not to collect these eyeballs. Don't you think they look very scary?"
Qiao Mu couldn't be bothered to acknowledge the little treant. She urged him continuously, persistently, incessantly, "Stop dawdling and quickly dig them out."
The little treant jumped into the deep pit and continued to shovel, throwing a handful of soil out of the hole.
Qiao Mu: …
