Mo Yi put away the glass bottle and said:
"Also, what's your name?"
Seeing Mo Yi put away those high-yield chemical weapons, the Spirit of the Spring breathed a sigh of relief. Her taut nerves finally relaxed a little as she said, "This Queen is the Spirit of the Spring. I have no need for something like a name."
Mo Yi: "..."
Simply put, your name is Spirit of the Spring.
"How can a person not have a name?"
The Spirit of the Spring wanted to retort that she was not a person, but the Spirit of the Spring. But seeing the glass bottle that had appeared in Mo Yi's hand, she decided to tolerate him a little. After all, as the ruler of this land, she was quite magnanimous.
"I've decided. Your name will be Chong Hua Na, Chong Chong for short."
Spirit of the Spring: "..."
What the hell was Chong Hua Na? What the hell was Chong Chong?!
Wanting to protest, she saw another glass bottle in Mo Yi's hand and could only let out a cold snort, deciding to reject Mo Yi's naming through silence.
"Hurry up and eat. We still have to keep traveling after this, Chong Chong."
Spirit of the Spring: "..."
Under Mo Yi's kind gaze, the Spirit of the Spring was also in despair. But she had no choice and could only speed up her consumption of the fried chicken wings.
"Where are we going?"
"The pyramid—"
Watching the Spirit of the Spring eat with great relish, Mo Yi picked up a fried chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth despite her protective, hostile glare. He chewed casually as he said, "Your home—"
"Wings of Vermilion Bird already spilled all your secrets, Chong Chong who lost her key and became homeless."