Little Illusion could be called playful and mischievous, greedy and lazy, a complete academic failure—anything but "kind."
And she was overly familiar with strangers, utterly unafraid of them.
Her kindness was entirely a result of the rules Wenren Sheng had drilled into her.
"Oh, you're here. Let me clean your room for you—high-temperature sterilization and disinfection. No need to thank me; it's what I should do. After all, I suddenly appeared here, so you can't blame me. It was all Old Wen's doing. If you want to blame someone, blame him. What's your name? Do you have anything tasty, fun, pretty, or entertaining...?"
"Stop, stop, stop..." Jiang Feng stood at the door, dodging the Little Girl's flames as he raised both hands. "My name is Dong Four. Great one, I don't know whether there's a bug in Reincarnation Space or whether you climbed over from another courtyard, but whatever it is, please speak slowly."
"Can't help it. Who made me spend so long being... uh, never mind, being such a good child? I can finally relax now." After saying that, Little Illusion inhaled, and the flames covering the floor vanished. Then she sat down on the sofa.
Jiang Feng's gaze sharpened. Such a huge blaze, yet every piece of furniture in the room was completely intact? He had been right. She truly was a great one.
In fact, he had known it the moment she had entered his room without warning.
In Reincarnation Courtyard, no one could enter another person's room without the owner's consent. Only the courtyard itself could come and go freely.
By then, a crowd had gathered outside Jiang Feng's door. They were all neighbors from Reincarnation Courtyard.
They had come fast—faster than cats catching the scent of fish.
"Hey, little girl, where did you come from?