The detached observer, Duan Yue, sneered. "He dared to bet his 12 years of life on the fact that the little girl definitely did not attack in order to save an insignificant and dumb squirrel!"
In reality, the little white squirrel just happened to flee toward Qiao Mu and the mystic energy behind Yao Ji's charge did not allow Qiao Mu to consider too much, so she had no choice but to meet her head first to prevent herself from being harmed.
The little white squirrel was nothing but a coincidental rescue…
Currently, Qiao Mu kept her face stoic as she distastefully reached behind her and grabbed the little white squirrel to dangle in front of her eyes before carelessly tossing it.
With a whoosh, the pitiful little squirrel was sent propelling into the air…
The corner of Duan Yue's mouth twitched. He really did not want to roast this vicious child.
