Su Qiao froze.
He's being so careful... Could it be that he didn't fall from above, but that he liked it and brought it here as a burial offering?
But did ancient times even have such fluffy toys?
Seeing that she did not move, the man extended his hand a little farther. His vacant eyes seemed to hold a few more traces of urgency.
Host, could he be trying to please you?
There was still half a sentence that 444 did not dare say.
It felt that the man was indeed trying to please Su Qiao, but perhaps, maybe, he wanted to trade the toy for blood?
Su Qiao pointed at herself. "For me?"
The man offered it a little farther, and Su Qiao finally understood.
He really wanted to give her something he liked. The corner of her mouth twitched. Although she was a little put off, she still reached out and took it.
"Looks like you're not completely devoid of reason after all."
"What's your name? What exactly are you? A vampire? Or a zombie?"
Su Qiao circled him twice, her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas.
For example, what dynasty had he belonged to? He was wearing a black Python Robe embroidered with gold thread. Could he have been a prince of some dynasty?
And how had he gone from being human to what he was now?
Had he cultivated something, taken some elixir of immortality, or perhaps chosen some Feng Shui Treasure Land, allowing him to become like this?
The man watched her curiously. When she moved, he moved along with her, as though he were playing a game with her.
"If you don't explain yourself, I won't know what to carve for you. If you're a yin entity, I can't carve a Spirit