2394 Spilling the Beans
The little treant shrunk his neck.
He looked fearfully at the man's menacing expression.
Qiuqiu shrunk his small head and looked pitifully at the man. "M-Masta she, she, I don't know!"
"You. Don't. Know?" Mo Lian did not get angry and merely spelled out these words slowly.
However, Qiuqiu felt a chill over his head for some reason. It was as if this man in front of him was going to wring off his head the next second to use as a soccer ball!
"You, you, you can't hit me! If you hit me, y-you! You will regret it and be down on luck! M-My little masta w-won't forgive you!" Qiuqiu shouted nervously, mentioning Qiao Mu's name for protection.
"Where is she?" Mo Lian asked coldly.
"I-In, in, in… in a v-very c-cold place."
"What is that supposed to mean? Explain clearly, why did she leave her body? Why did she go to that cold place?"
Qiuqiu swallowed his saliva. What was going on? Sir Qiuqiu was actually getting scared by this darn human!
This guy was such a logician and asked all the important points. Qiuqiu couldn't dupe him.
Mo Lian lifted his brow and continued to stare coldly at Qiuqiu.
Qiuqiu drooped his small head. "Ac-Actually, I-I don't really know…"
When Qiuqiu saw that the man in front of him looked like he was about to squeeze him to death, he rapidly explained, "Master left her body to temper her spiritual conscious! Her spiritual conscious is about to break through to the divine realm! She herself possibly is not aware, but the truth is that she will naturally return to her body after her spiritual conscious reaches the divine realm!"
After saying all this in one breath, Qiuqiu kept his head and eyes down. His branch arms hung by his side, and he made an expression that said he had already confessed to everything.
"What attracted her over there?"
Qiuqiu's beady eyes promptly turned round. "How did you know?"
Shit! That man had been bluffing him! Qiuqiu slapped himself with his two branches. He cried on the inside as he looked at Mo Lian.
"Still not talking?" Mo Lian asked coldly.
This little fellow was still trying to dupe him. His sneaky expression had long given him away!
Qiuqiu looked pitifully at Mo Lian. "I-It's not Qiuqiu's fault."
"Say it!!" A certain person yelled, having run out of patience.
Qiuqiu plopped down on his arm, trying to cover his nonexistent ears with his two branches!
"After leaving her body, Masta sh-should actually have been tem-tempering her spiritual conscious apparition near her body! I-It's only because of, Lit-Little Three's summon that, s-she dr-drift, drifted over to that very cold place."
"Who is Little Three." Mo Lian curled his lips. His tone of voice sounded rather even, but Qiuqiu shook uncontrollably. He felt that this man in front of him was very terrifying for some reason.
Strange, why did Little Three sound like he was trying to make trouble?
"Lit-Little Three, Little Three i-is, is Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu's sacred wood, wood… seed fragment!" He truly had spilled all the beans now!
After saying this, he peeked at the tranquil and expressionless Crown Prince Mo. He felt that this man could not be underestimated. He could not read his thoughts at all!
Qiuqiu was quite scared!
It would be great if Lady Qiaoqiao was here right now…
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