She replied in her milky voice, "This isn't Wangzai!"
Ling Yun: "..."
He remembered not giving them any Wangzai, so could it be? He immediately checked and found that the Wangzai had not decreased, ruling out the possibility of them sneaking any.
"This isn't Wangzai? What is it then?" Ling Yun asked with a dark expression.
"This is Wangzai's little brother, another Wangzai!" The little one replied in her milky voice.
Ling Yun was instantly left speechless. "Where did you get this?"
"I didn't take it. Mommy gave it to me," the little one answered honestly. This was what An Qing had given them to coax them before going to the Demon Race, and they had only just remembered to take it out and drink it.
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Auntie An is so nice. She's Beibei's other mommy too," Beibei nodded in her milky voice.
Ling Yun was left utterly speechless.
After they finished eating, Ling Yun took them back to the Moonlit Cultivation Academy.
As for the place they had just been, not many people lingered. The registration had ended early, and no one knew where Qin Xianglian had gone.
Little Irene gave an aha laugh, the child still unaware that she had missed out on Wangzai.
Before a few minutes passed, Qin Xianglian came back with three children, basically all around five or six years old.
"Alright, alright. We can go back now."
Qin Xianglian felt warm and happy inside. In her eyes, children had no division of talent and should be treated equally, but right now she was going to recruit the good-for-nothings in other people's eyes. Who knew, maybe one day they could also make a comeback.
"Can we really go in?" That little boy spoke timidly, his eyes flickering with an unyielding look.
Qin Xianglian: "Yes.