Don’t be too touched

In the carriage, Ye Qing Luo was sitting on Di Mo Xuan's lap and was still trapped in his arms.

And his chin was resting on her shoulders.

When he spoke, he would turn towards Ye Qing Luo and gaze at her sideways, his warm breath from his nose making her quivered slightly.

"Di Mo Xuan."

Ye Qing Luo tried to ignore the breath coming from him, pursed her lips before she abruptly spoke.

In her tone, there seemed to be hesitation.

"Hmm?" Di Mo Xuan's arms were still looped tightly.

"The beast tide is what you ask little Nine to create?" Ye Qing Luo asked with uncertainty.

Earlier, the mother beast's attitude towards Little Nine was clearly different compared to Qi Qi.

Given that both were sacred beasts, the mother beast was hundred percent respect for Qi Qi.

On the other hand…..it held nothing but hatred for Little Nine.

Even though both were sacred beasts, Little Nine had different ancestors from Qi Qi.