Hui Miqiu's body trembled. It slowly turned around and looked at Qin He with an expression of utter disbelief. "You... who are you?"
Hui Miqiu had a name, but no one knew what it was.
Especially in this Nest City, it was called "dead rat," "old rat," "short rat," but never Hui Miqiu.
It had even forgotten that name itself for a time.
When it turned around, it saw a young member of the Blood Raven Clan standing behind it, his back straight as a ramrod, smiling at it.
"Sir, is that you?"
A tremor entered Hui Miqiu's voice. Appearances could change, but the subtle expressions and temperament hidden beneath them were difficult to alter. Anyone familiar with them could see through the disguise at a glance.
"It's me."
"Three years... I-I've finally seen you again." Upon receiving that confirmation, Hui Miqiu choked up. Tears immediately streamed down its face as it ran over, hugged Qin He's leg, and burst into loud sobs.
Looking at Hui Miqiu at his feet, Qin He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Judging by its appearance, it must have suffered no small amount of grievance.
Back in the capital of Great Li in the Eastern Land, it had been a dignified Rat Demon commander. It could not be said to have been flamboyant, but it had still been a formidable demon in its own right. To have fallen to such a state was truly rather miserable.
"Get up. Let's find somewhere to talk." Qin He helped it to its feet.
A moment later, inside a restaurant, Hui Miqiu nervously drank a cup of wine and recounted what had happened to it.
After the Eastern Land came to this world, Hui Miqiu discovered that it had been left alone. It had been separated