"Can I just catch her and play with her?"
Little Meatbun asked with a face full of innocent enthusiasm.
"Sure!" Zhou Mu replied, nodding his head. His face, as if it were carved by divine hands, was full of indulgence as he looked at the little Meatbun hugging his leg.
Gu Changsheng pouted once again.
Yeah, right!
Says it like there really are soft spirits!
They even grow up eating dew. My evildoer self also wonders, why don't these spirits just eat the wind and drink air?
Shameless to the core!
"Then Uncle Wood, can I tie her up with a rope?" Little Meatbun, hearing Zhou Mu's answer, instantly asked with excitement.
"You can." Zhou Mu gave a positive reply again.
"Then Uncle Wood, can I tie up the spirit and sell it for money?" With round, bright eyes, Little Meatbun seemed to see a small pile of gold right before his eyes.
"Uh..." Zhou Mu's divine-like face froze a bit, but after thinking it over, he spoke, "This spirit probably isn't worth much!"
