On the other side.
"Qing... Qing Jun... senior sister..."
"What's up! Speak clearly, don't stutter!"
The little girl was holding back a burst of anger.
The Master's back belongs only to Qing Jun!
Why let someone else hug it!
Of course.
What made Qing Jun most restless was the Master's safety.
Alas...
As long as the Master is safe, this time, she will forgive him.
Jin'er shrunk her neck, pointing at the broken bowl in Qing Jun's arms, curious:
"Senior sister, why do you always carry this bowl? Is it a magical treasure left to you by the Master?"
Jin'er couldn't figure it out.
This bowl looked plain and ordinary, and holding it made the already dusty Qing Jun appear even more like a beggar.
"As for this..."
Qing Jun puffed up her chest confidently,
"This is Qing Jun's secret weapon! If I tell, it won't work anymore, so I must keep it secret."
Saying so,
Instead, it made Jin'er even more curious, her eyes frequently glancing at that broken bowl.
