Su Qiao regained consciousness in a bustling yet solemn grand hall.
Coiled dragon pillars and black-and-gold floor tiles.
They nearly blinded her titanium-alloy eyes.
It was called bustling because two rows of people stood inside the hall, filling every seat.
And on the golden, glittering seat of honor sat a man dressed in a yellow Dragon Robe.
Su Qiao sat at the very end, in a corner beside a pillar. Anyone could tell at a glance how lowly her position was.
She cast an inscrutable glance at herself.
A light-colored, plain padded dress. It looked decent enough, but when she touched it, the fabric was so rough it prickled her skin.
Then she looked at her two shiny little claws.
There were actually quite a few red marks on the backs of her fair hands. One look was enough to tell that someone had whipped her.
This felt rather ominous.
Su Qiao had just been about to exchange a soulful line with 444 as usual, but 444 spoke first.
"Don't ask what's going on. You'd better sort through your memories first. Things are going to be somewhat dangerous."
"Dangerous?"
She stealthily swept her gaze around.
Su Qiao decisively lowered her head and casually grabbed a chicken leg from the bowls and plates on the table.
She was only using the chicken leg as a prop to hide behind.
It definitely wasn't because it was golden and looked rather tasty.
As an elegant person, how could she possibly grab a chicken leg with her claws and gnaw on it?
Five minutes later...
The chicken leg had become a chicken bone.
"Little Four, I... Why have I become an idiot again?"
She didn't want to go to the Ancient Plane anymore.
Every time, they made her become a low-IQ, mentally deficient child.