Even though Crown Prince Mo was speaking very evenly, Qiuqiu could make out killing intent from his indifferent tone of voice.
It was just like...
If they couldn't make Little Three stop up ahead, the august crown prince truly might charge over and crush Little Three!
So scary!
pαпdα Йᴏνê|,сòМ The little treant subconsciously rubbed his branches.
He cast out countless vines straight ahead in an instant.
*Swish!* Duan Yue had chased over. He paused in mid-air from surprise.
Mo Lian?
Why did this guy suddenly appear here?
Duan Yue was curious. He landed beside Mo Lian.
Mo Lian was also curious when he saw him chasing over. "How are you here?"
Could he really have been accompanying the Ultramarine Province Emperor to hunt in the icebound snow territory?
"Did you see my wife?" Crown Prince Mo did not wait for Duan Yue's response and quickly asked another question.
Duan Yue's sized Mo Lian up with a queer expression before nodding and pointing ahead.
Crown Prince Mo, oh Crown Prince Mo, you will definitely be surprised when you see Qiaoqiao later!
Duan Yue harrumphed and pushed off against the ground, flitting several ters forward.
Soon, the two of them halted.
They saw Qiuqiu use tender green vines to latch on mightily to a certain tree bundle that was running furiously across the ice field.
"Little Three, stop being naughty! Where is our little masta!" The little treant hopped down from Mo Lian's shoulder and flitted up into the air. He tossed and sorsaulted several tis before landing on top of that brandishing tree bundle.
A little snow-white ermine was quietly lying inside a bundle of vines.
The little treant's face instantly darkened. He pointed at the little ermine with a branch. "Masta?? Masta!!!"
He lunged over and shook his little masta's chubby body vigorously with his two frail branches while wailing, "Masta, my pitiful Masta, what happened to you? Quickly wake up! Is this little ermine screwing you over!"
Mo Lian and Duan Yue who had followed over exchanged glances when they saw the tree putting on theatrics.
"Don't shake her!" Duan Yue couldn't resist shouting, "She inadvertently devoured the core of a great void gem. It will probably take a while for her to wake up!"
If this weird tree hadn't suddenly snatched Qiaoqiao and run off, Qiaoqiao might've long woken up by now after so quiet rest!
It was this weird tree's fault for being so rowdy.
"My pitiful Masta!" The sapling sobbed and swatted Duan Yue's hands away with a vine whip. "Don't touch my little masta!"
"Masta!! Wake up, Qiuqiu has co! Who bullied you!"
The sapling's shouts resounded through the spacious layers of ice and across the vast ice cap.
"Enough!" Mo Lian silently twitched his mouth. He picked up the wailing little treant and tossed him to the side.
His gaze naturally landed on that little ermine's body.
His heart jumped!
Duan Yue: Are you surprised? Shocked?
Mo Lian fixed his gaze on that small snow-white furball. His phoenix eyes sparkled radiantly.
Qiaoqiao, it was Qiaoqiao. He didn't care whatever peculiar form his little lady took. As long as he could see her, his heart was already greatly at ease...
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