67 A Grateful Squirrel

After Mo Lian carried Qiao Mu far off into the distance, something underneath a pile of scorched and loosened rocks and dirt jiggled and jiggled.

Suddenly, a tiny white squirrel popped out, a pair of big and clever eyes wide open on its adorable furry face.

"Squeak!" the little white squirrel pitifully called in surprise.

"Where is Little Master? Why did Little Master disappear? Little Master! Little Master, Little Master!!!" If someone was present, they would certainly see the tearful expression on the little white squirrel.

It jumped around in its spot for a moment and took a sniff of its surroundings. It pinpointed the direction in which Mo Lian left with Qiao Mu, and loudly squeaked before dashing out of the inflamed stone forest with a swish.

At this time, the roaring flames had already crept over the entire stone forest, but it appeared to not affect the little white squirrel at all.

The rising smoke caused the visibility to be extremely low, but it was as though the little white squirrel did not notice the surrounding flames at all and even increased its speed. It shot through the blazing stone forest as fast as lightning. Its enthusiastic squeaks serving as company to its chase after Qiao Mu, no holds barred.

"Wait for me, Little Master!" Since Little Master saved its life, then she was its second parent! It must follow her, it must!

How could Qiao Mu know that there was a foolishly cute squirrel chasing after her, vowing to stay beside her?

After being taken out of the stone forest by Mo Lian, Qiao Mu continuously poked his shoulder and repeated "Put me down!" over and over.

Seeing as the little one's home was within view, Mo Lian placed her on the ground and saw that she was about to turn around and run off without a word. However, Mo Lian was already familiar with the little one's antics, so with a grab, the child was tugged back to be before him.

Qiao Mu angrily stomped on his feet. "What?"

"Do you remember what I said to you?" Mo Lian looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

The child glanced at him and saw that although he wore a smile, his gaze was exceptionally serious. Hence, her face unconsciously darkened as well and nodded, a response of sorts.

Mo Lian poked her little nose. "Then we will see each other later. Return home now."

"Who knows whether we will meet again," the child quietly muttered. Behind her, Mo Lian raised his slim eyebrows and, with a smile on his face, watched as the little one ran far away.

"Sigh, the little one doesn't even know how to say goodbye. It looks like I will need to slowly teach her in the future. As for whether we will meet again, we will know when we see each other."

Mo Lian stayed in place at the end of the small road and slowly looked away as Qiao Mu disappeared into the distance.

"I heard that Third Royal Brother went to see the old man and started sobbing with apparent effects," Mo Lian lightly said as he turned around and started heading for the inn near the village's entrance. "Pack up. We will leave first thing in the morning tomorrow and go back to see what else my dear royal brother knows to do apart from throwing a tantrum."

Yu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and furiously nodded in agreement as he trailed after the crown prince. Dear lord, they should have gone back long ago. On this trip, they witnessed a miracle, and no one ended up obtaining any benefits in the end. The whole mystic realm ended up in the child's possession!

No one would believe it if they told other people about it!

Qiao Mu sprinted home and had just stepped through the entrance, joyful from returning home, when she heard a jeering voice coming from her house saying, "Oh, look, the person herself is finally back!"

A boiling cup of tea was thrown directly at her face.

Qiao Mu's eyes turned severe, and she dodged to the side. When she looked up, she saw Elderly Lady Qiao and her cohort sitting there as if they were having a full-on interrogation.