The Special Security Team's pressure
Qin Xiaoxia wandered the streets alone. Qing Town was as peaceful as ever, and the vegetable market was always its busiest spot. No matter how many times the streets were widened, electric scooters and little three-wheelers always crowded them.
After greeting the security guard at the gatehouse of the Qianlou residential complex, Qin Xiaoxia picked up the phone Mumu had been dreaming of.
There was also a stylus beside it, an alternative to wrapping a twig in magic power when Mumu needed to conserve energy.
Only after making a circuit of the market and buying enough lunch for at least twenty people did Qin Xiaoxia head back with a sack of food over his shoulder.
There was no way he was eating those horrifying grilled rabbit skewers.
Damn it, why do I feel like I've been using the Mystic Realm's power all wrong? The flippant thought flashed through his mind and vanished.
Fortunately, the Mystic Realm's illusory power was handy. Otherwise, hauling groceries like freight every day would have drawn far too much attention.
When he returned to the Mystic Realm, the first-and only-one to greet Qin Xiaoxia was Mumu, who had been eagerly awaiting him.
"Here, here. Stop gazing at me so lovingly with that old man's face, or I'll burn you!"
Mumu immediately covered that humanoid wooden face with twigs. Those fake eyes weren't how Mumu saw things anyway.
When the phone box came flying over, Mumu could feel the sap flowing faster, despite having no heart.
Mumu caught it carefully and weighed it in those wooden hands.
"Master~~~ You're so good to me~~~!"
A riot of waving branches was the perfect description of Mumu at that moment.
"Good, as long as you know it. Remember to get that Echo Flower bed ready