"Ahem-"
Mo Yuan shuddered, instantly grabbed Jin Ling, and lifted her off his shoulder.
Oh, right. He should call her "she" now.
After all, that soft, sweet little-girl voice had come from her.
"You can talk?"
"Master, I'm a two-hundred-thousand-year-old Ferocious Beast Soul Spirit! What's wrong with me being able to talk?" Jin Ling blinked, still speaking in that soft, sweet, adorable voice.
(Cute.)
Just kidding. Mo Yuan wouldn't dare entertain that sort of thought, or his Seven Thunders of Absolution would jump up and zap him.
But a two-hundred-thousand-year-old Soul Spirit sounding like a little girl? Where could he possibly go to argue his case?
Seeing the mischievous glint in Jin Ling's eyes, Mo Yuan flicked her forehead in exasperation. "Enough. I can tell you're just trying to play a prank."
"Hehe..."
"All right, I remember Ferocious Beast Soul Spirits can take human form. Hurry up and show me."
"Mm..."
Jin Ling puffed out her cheeks like an innocent maiden being forced against her will.
Then golden light flashed, and Mo Yuan felt a sudden weight in his hands. He hurriedly set Jin Ling on the table.
At last, a little girl as exquisitely crafted as a doll appeared before him.
Jin Ling wore a little dark-gold dress, with long golden hair and golden eyes. Even her eyelashes were gold.
Yet all that gold looked anything but gaudy on her. Paired with her fair skin, it made her look even more regal, like a princess.
Mo Yuan instinctively reached out and pinched Jin Ling's little cheek.
"Mm..."
Jin Ling blinked, then suddenly jumped into Mo Yuan's arms and tilted her head up to look at him.
"Master~~"
The sight of Jin Ling left Mo Yuan momentarily dazed, mainly because she reminded him of Na'er back when she had first