"That's different. If it was a barren mountain without any plants, it would be the first Golden Eagle to die of hunger on the Haotian continent. Xue 'er, we have to go find that little fellow. " The mother parasol tree was kind and full of love, it could not bear to see the little fellow die from hunger.
"Let's go find it!" Leng ruoxue nodded. Then, she pretended to look at the five little beasts unhappily, as if she was blaming them for making their own decisions.
"Master ..." Leng ruoxue's reproachful gaze was too much for the five little fellows. They didn't expect that their master, who had always doted on them, would blame them for a foreign beast. This made them feel very uncomfortable.
"Don't you know where you went wrong?" Leng ruoxue asked coldly.
