Chen Pingping unleashed his full arsenal—Sacred Soldiers, Sword Dao, Divine Skills, and many other powerful attacks—all hammering down on Mao Qiu's furry body one after another.
But rather than feeling scared, the fluffy child laughed non-stop, SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK, while its tiny paws kept waving, as if provoking Chen Pingping.
This spectacle left the group of onlookers dumbfounded, their eyes wide and their mouths agape.
After an hour of intense interrogation yielded no progress, Chen Pingping glanced at the crowd, his face slightly red with embarrassment, finding it hard to maintain his composure.
SQUEAK!
Mao Qiu, dangling, grinned with rows of shiny white teeth, looking incredibly naive and adorable.
But the more nonchalant it was, the uglier Chen Pingping's expression became…
He was, after all, the young genius who had forged Heaven Tao Divine Weapons, campaigned in the Northern Border, and slain the Demon Emperor.
