My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Qiuqiu suddenly jumped straight up and flipped onto Mo Lian's shoulder.

After carefully sensing, it said in gratification, "Masta's awesome. She's found Little Three."

Mo Lian raised his brow. "Where?"

"They should still be in that extremely cold place."

Mo Lian furrowed his brow. "You can't just summon her soul back?"

The sapling lowered its black beady eyes. "I can't."

"Ha." Mo Lian sniggered.

The sapling's body shook at this. It then bawled its eyes out and shouted, "I, I'm not omnipotent! Qiuqiu is already very useful! Qiuqiu will become even more useful in the future."

Mo Lian maintained his reservations toward the meaning of "useful."

"How much longer until we get to that place?"

"A-About another day…" The sapling fiddled with its fingers while saying this softly.

"If I find out that you are purposely hiding a method," Mo Lian said sinisterly, "I will kill you!"

The sapling cowered pitifully and once again muttered in its mind: Qiuqiu will definitely complain about him once Masta has returned!

"Qiu, Qiuqiu's tree seed fragment is also over there. How can I summon her back?"

Strictly speaking, they all belonged as one, so there was naturally no distinction between them.

Little Master would feel the same beside Little Three as with Qiuqiu. There was no difference at all.

Mo Lian did not speak anymore and merely instructed Seventh Yan to move faster.

***

The little fellow dropped into an ice cave while hugging the vine. As she slid meanderingly through the cave, she would intermittently turn her head around and fretfully look at Duan Yue.

She had wanted to tell him not to worry, but she was freaking thunderstruck when she heard a bark come out of her mouth.

In the end, they slid all the way to the bottom. When they dropped into an ice creek, the furball frolicked to get out. Her tiny and furry body then suddenly got picked up and was brought into a tight embrace.

Qiao Mu could hear Duan Yue's accelerated heartbeat. His frightened heart threatened to leap out of his chest.

She inexplicably reached out to pat his chest with her small paw. At this time, both of them were dripping wet.

Her body of fur was wet and clumped together.

Similarly, Duan Yue's white robe had gotten tattered by the occasional protruding icicles on the slide down.

*Splash!* The bundle of sapling roots that was originally underwater abruptly brandished its roots, posing to attack.

"Awooh!" The little fellow hastily turned around to roar at it. Afterwards, she quickly hugged Duan Yue's hand to prevent him from using divine energy.

Duan Yue looked at her puzzledly. "You recognize it?"

She nodded furiously!

The little fellow looked like a drowned rat, but was still so adorkable. Duan Yue's heart warmed, and he patted her head.

By the time Vassal Prince Rong caught up in worry, he couldn't help but be flabbergasted.

His Highness the Chen Prince had already changed into a clean robe and was holding a ball of snow-white. He was using divine energy to blow the water on her body dry while also combing through her disorderly fur.

Additionally, the humongous tree that had just been attacking them was currently undulating several dozen vines as it squatted docilely inside the tranquil ice water. It did not look like it intended to attack at all.

What was going on?

Where did this mystifying harmony come from?