Comforting the Child

The little one suddenly rubbed her belly, puffed out her round, fragrant cheeks, and looked at Ling Yun with a pitiful expression.

Ling Yun chuckled, instantly understanding. "We'll cook when we get back. I can't let my precious daughter go hungry."

The little one beamed and replied in her childish voice, "You can't let me go hungry, or I won't grow up." Her eyes nearly vanished into her smile.

Beibei pointed at the puppet and asked Ling Yun, "What about it?"

Little Irene bared her pearly teeth and suggested in her childish voice, "Exile..."

Exiling criminals was a common form of punishment in the Twelve Domains, so Ling Yun was rather surprised that Little Irene actually knew about it.

But this was a puppet!

How could they exile it? Ling Yun shook his head and said, "No. Exile would be letting him off too easily." Then he stroked his smooth chin and began to ponder bitterly.

He realized he had been a little foolish. Why hadn't he used the Purple Firmament Divine Flame to roast Nisang's soul just now?

What was done was done!

Ling Yun did not want to do it all over again either. His soul was already eternally imprisoned.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. This puppet could still be useful!

Auction it!

Such exquisite refining skills!

Such an outrageously powerful body!

Such mighty Immortal Emperor cultivation!

Heh heh?

It would definitely shake the God Realm and attract plenty of rich bidders.

As for the price...

Ling Yun pondered. It had to be stronger than the puppet from Ghost Island, right?

So he would start the bidding at twenty Top-grade Spirit Stones!

If the Ghost Puppet from Ghost Island knew about this, it would surely vomit blood. The puppet he had made had been exchanged for