3061 Cool-headed

Qiao Mu remained oblivious to Holy Son Miyan's thoughts. After Mo Lian carried her back to the yurt, she slept soundly until midnight, when she was abruptly awakened by a familiar voice.

"Masta, Masta, Masta, Masta, ah!"

The demonic chant echoing in her mind belonged to her tree, her Qiuqiu!

Qiuqiu was finally stirring.

The little creature immediately flipped over and sat up, her movements so vigorous that it woke Crown Prince Mo.

"What's wrong, Qiaoqiao?"

Crown Prince Mo sat up, and a small candle lit up in a corner of the yurt, revealing the little creature's face.

Thinking she might be having a nightmare, he was relieved to see her normal expression. He asked softly, "What happened, Qiaoqiao?"

"Qiuqiu spoke." Qiao Mu blinked and tugged at his sleeve. "Set up a defensive boundary."

"Alright." Mo Lian waved his hand, creating a defensive barrier outside the yurt.

They both then retreated into Paradise Planet.

Gazing at the lush Star Domain, Lady Qiaoqiao sighed with relief.

The past two days had left her anxious and on edge. She had no idea what transpired in the Star Domain.

"Qiuqiu?"

"Masta, Masta, Masta!!" Qiuqiu's cries echoed through the entire space. To the uninformed, it might sound like something was seriously wrong with the little creature.

Qiao Mu approached the source of the noise nonchalantly.

From a distance, she could see the peculiar treant bouncing and jumping beneath a peach tree. It seemed to be in the throes of an uncontrollable dance, as if experiencing an epilepsy fit that just wouldn't cease.

Qiao Mu rolled her eyes in exasperation before casting a glance at her husband.

Mo Lian chuckled, reaching out to lift her up, and briskly approached the dancing sapling. "What happened, Qiuqiu?"

"Stay cool-headed!"

"Masta, Qiuqiu is cool-headed and won't come down, Masta!!" Qiuqiu spun around, about to criticize Little Master when it caught sight of her diminutive form.

Surprised, Qiuqiu exclaimed, "Ah, Masta, how did this happen? How did you become like this!"

"Who did it? Who harmed you when Qiuqiu wasn't around! Qiuqiu will surely avenge Masta! Wahahaha!!"

While the little treant ranted, the tiny dirt clump, the minuscule water droplet, and other petite beings gathered around like a swarm of bees, all fixated on Little Master's small stature.

Lady Qiaoqiao regarded the howling tree with an impassive expression. After its roaring subsided, she stated with a stern face, "Shut up."

Everyone: …

"Aiya, my Qiao Mu." A red figure streaked through the crowd and swiftly reached Qiao Mu at a floating pace. He reached out and grabbed her. Holding her in his arms, he fondly said, "Wow, Qiaoqiao, how did you become so small?"

Xiaoxiao's clacking sounds made Feng Chen examine her with a smile. "What strange talisman did you use?"

"No!"

Lady Qiaoqiao struggled to maintain her serious expression, waving her hands and feet. "Put me down!"

Unaware that his wife had been snatched away, Crown Prince Mo hurriedly retrieved her. Holding her in his arms, he took a few steps back and cast a wary look at Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal. "Carry your own wife."

These words were not only hurtful but also truthful. Everyone present was single, not having seen even a strand of their wife's hair.

Dao Wuji, who had many wives in the past, expressed that he had been hurtfully truthful enough.