"What game is she playing?" The woman who followed her was suspended not far above the giant flower, watching the little figure dance as if it were amusing herself.

Without waiting for Gongqiu to answer, he continued to speak:

"Sure enough, I was still a child, and I stopped playing this game when I was still in the 'living' orphanage!"

When the woman mentioned that memory, she rarely saw a hint of lightness.

The little man jumped and jumped, one foot and then two feet, reminding her of the most playful jumping grid in the world of children in the 'world'.

Seeing other lifeforms approaching the giant flower, the dark red giant vines around them launched violent attacks on them, ignoring the threat of small droplets, and their bodies burned with flames.

The woman casually raised a finger, and the small droplets of fire that had been stagnant centered on her flew in all directions, touching the giant vine and burning instantly.

However, in a moment, all the giant vines were burned to ashes, and only the useless 'Commander of the Light Pole of the Giant Flower' remained.

"How long does she want to play? Is it that fun?" She couldn't help but chuckle.

The woman didn't give a corner of her eyes to those giant vines, and the little people in her eyes were about to step on all the teeth of the flower heart, and she rarely watched patiently from the sidelines.

Watching the villain play alone in such a monotonous way, there was no impatience and urging, and even a trace of inexplicable satisfaction was faintly overflowing in his heart.

This feeling is familiar, but it may not have been in years.

The cold black eyes were a little dazed, and many fragments flashed in their minds, and the softest scene emerged from the depths of memory, becoming clearer and clearer.

She remembered that the soft and incomparably warm satisfaction was the warm moment when she watched her infant little sister quietly suck on the bottle.

The tranquility and peace of mind is unforgettable.

Feeling the tyrannical breath that she had been suppressing all along, for some reason she suddenly calmed down at this moment, and brought a hint of peace back to the basics.

Gongqiu was a little surprised, moved his lips, and finally kept silent.

Such tranquility appeared in Shaozun, I don't know if it was good or bad. But this is definitely the first time he has felt her truest ease and pleasure in the years since he followed Shaozun for so many years.

"It's the first time I've seen such a small humanoid creature." His eyes deepened as he looked at the puppeteer's leaping figure.

For the first time, he looked at the puppet with his eyes and observed it secretly.

"Shaozun, do you really plan to take her with you?" Maybe it was because the woman's tolerance for the little puppet made him frightened, Gongqiu asked tentatively.

The woman's eyes were cold, and all thoughts suddenly disappeared, returning to a cold and arrogant state, "When will it be your turn to question my affairs?"

The dangerous tone turned into a coercion, almost suffocating.

"Slaves don't dare!" Gongqiu immediately lowered his head and bent over, and there was a cold sweat behind him.

At this time, the six-petaled giant neon flower suddenly shook violently, and the large flower head shook around wantonly backwards, backwards, left and right as if drunk, causing a large amount of viscous black-red liquid to flow out of the gap between the six petals that had not yet been completely closed.

It's like a giant lidless cauldron being held and shaken indiscriminately, and the pot of stewed soup inside overflows.

At one point, the huge flower head even slammed into the hillside where it was leaning, causing the mountain to shatter and the stones to slide.

"What's going on? I haven't made a move yet, what's going on crazy about it?" The woman frowned slightly, her eyes followed the heart of the flower, looking for the little puppet who was still inside.

Seeing that her attention was absorbed by the strange appearance of the giant flower, Gongqiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Don't dare to have a trace of trespassing, and said more and more respectfully:.

"It's very likely that someone shook its natal root directly from the roots, causing it to go berserk."