Yu Sheng sometimes genuinely wondered how this short-statured melon, only 66.6 centimeters tall on his shoulder, could brew such extraordinary combinations of words in her little head—but no matter how he looked at it, he had a deep sense of just how intense the little doll's resentment toward her height had become.
For example, right now, she did not even mind maintaining her true height of 66.6 centimeters and then "driving" a body that was 1.67 meters tall...
Yu Sheng could not help sighing. "You're really something when it comes to 'settling for the next best thing,' but isn't this a little too far down the list?"
"What could I do!" Eileen hugged Yu Sheng's head and shook it hard. "Just tell me whether this is feasible or not!"
"Let go! My hair!" Yu Sheng frantically pried at the doll's little claws. "I'll ask around for you later! Let go!"
Only then did Eileen finally release him. She raised her head and continued staring at the twelve-meter-tall Trapping Formation Giant Divine Soldier, her expression utterly vacant.
"I always feel like I used to be really, really tall. Everything I saw was from above, looking down. Now I can't even remember what it felt like to look down at people," she muttered. "These days, I have to look up at everything. I even have to hide when I see a Chow Chow-Pomeranian mix... in case it carries me off."
Yu Sheng was caught between laughter and tears. All he could do was raise a hand and pat the little doll's head as consolation before turning to True Spirit Yuanling. "You've taken this 'mechanical person' apart to this extent. Did you discover anything new?"
"If I have to say, yes." True Spirit Yuanling really did nod. "On the inside of the mechanical