Long Yanran was trying to persuade An Qing and the little one, as she was the only one who knew Ling Yun would be fine. In front of Ling Yun, any demon god was nothing more than scum.
"Qianqian, we'll wait for your daddy inside. Let's drink some Want-Want milk while we wait." Long Yanran pointed at the black hole behind her and cajoled her patiently.
The little one's eyes rolled around!
Then she asked in a milky voice, "Really?"
"I certainly wouldn't lie to a child." Long Yanran didn't know whether to laugh or cry; could this child be any more adorable?
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."
The little one was coaxed once again.
Beibei curled her lips. She wanted to watch here, but she also wanted to follow An Qing, since the latter had Want-Want milk...
Hearing this, Little Irene went right in, skipping along impatiently.
Beibei dug into her pockets, then pulled out the wrong sword. She had wanted to take out her Golden Gū Sword to clear the way, but it was very awkward—she had grabbed the Cursed Sword instead.
As soon as this sword appeared, it frightened certain people. It flew away with a strong sense of sentience, heading straight for Old Ma!
Beibei couldn't catch it at all, with Qin Xianglian pulling her back by her clothes.
"Handsome Uncle... it ran! It ran... it ran away." Beibei cried out in a fluster.
"Don't worry, I'll have it brought back for you later." Ling Yun spoke up.
"You have to remember, oh." Beibei pouted her little mouth and said in a milky voice, the child still afraid that Ling Yun would forget.
Old Ma laughed heartily upon getting the Cursed Sword. He didn't know this sword, but he knew it was extraordinary. With this sword, it would simply