The sheep's furry nose puffed out air, its front hooves pressed together, and its body unable to fully stand upright like a human, forming a half-bowed stance. Its mouth opened and closed, its tongue tip shaping sounds.
Beneath the delicate tile eaves, the goat unexpectedly spoke human words.
Those present froze collectively in a moment of stupefaction.
Li Chenghang, seeing such a strange scene for the first time, trembled all over as he tried to stand, and then suddenly collapsed back to the ground.
It was this sudden collapse that snapped Chen Yi out of his trance.
Even though he had long suspected that this goat was unusual, when it truly spoke, he was nevertheless astonished.
How peculiar.
Staring at the speaking goat, Yin Tingxue rubbed her ear, recalling how she could hear the goat's voice earlier but could not make out the exact words.
