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Chapter 4392: 5.0144 The Trouble Maker

She was pulled into a spatial rift instantly, and couldn't help but pat her chest, secretly thinking: Qin the First and Qin the Second are quite sharp.

She was just a wisp of a soul, and when she was pulled out of the dream, a faint spatial fluctuation occurred, yet the two of them immediately noticed something amiss.

That was truly impressive!

Those hands that tore through the void just now must undoubtedly belong to her dear husband.

But?

Qiao Mu looked at herself, enveloped in vast white mist, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

What's going on?

Didn't husband pull her out of that dream?

Why is husband gone now, and she's alone again in this white mist, unable to see even a ghost's shadow?

"Husband, come out quickly," the little stoic said with a displeased expression, her face unmoving.

She ran back and forth in the white mist for an unknown duration, still not seeing his figure.

What's happening?

Is this white mist also her dream?

Is she actually still trapped in the dream?

In the distance, she seemed to see a figure continuously beckoning to her.

Qiao Mu strained her eyes to look, seeing a woman walking through the rolling mist, holding a flute, with enchanting music swirling towards her.

This flute sound seemed familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

Qiao Mu felt a slight alert in her heart, looking down at her soul body.

This floating state was truly frustrating.

The rolling white mist before her seemed impossible to disperse, and the flute music was getting closer.

Qiao Mu clearly saw the figure before her and couldn't help but be greatly surprised.

It's Sikong Fuling?

Did Sikong Fuling enter her dream?

Then just now, husband clearly grabbed her, and in a blink, the two separated again. Could it be this Sikong Fuling's doing?

"Come quickly," Sikong Fuling was also somewhat exhausted at this moment.

Qiao Mu's dream truly made her want to spit blood.

Although she was mentally prepared that a cunning girl like her would have a dream filled with white mist, and likely nothing useful could be seen.

But she still didn't expect this girl to be so deranged.

This wasn't just white mist; it was an eighteen-level dense fog!

The moment she entered Qiao Mu's dream, she almost lost her own way, completely unsure where to go.

Alright, well, since there's no useful information to be seen anyway, let's just get this trouble maker out!

Sikong Fuling thought, and seeing the little girl's stoic face and suspicious gaze, her heart felt a pang.

She truly regretted entering this person's dream!

Wouldn't it be better to have this free time to snack on melon seeds and drink tea?

Instead, she had to come and help Crown Prince Mo enter the dream... Eh, eh, eh? Why did her body suddenly fly up?

When Sikong Fuling realized it, she had already flown out, then landed heavily in the thick mist.

Perhaps she should thank this stoic face for making the surrounding mist so dense.

She fell into the thick, rolling mist and was surprisingly unharmed.

When she stood up, utterly bewildered, she indeed saw Mo Lian had swiftly come to Qiao Mu's side and, with a raised hand, pulled her into his embrace.

Sikong Fuling couldn't help but grind her teeth in silent annoyance.

She had intentionally used the flute music to separate the two of them.

But she didn't expect Crown Prince Mo to return so quickly.

"Husband!" The little stoic felt deeply wronged the moment she saw him.

"Why were you so slow?" He made her anxious for four months in the dream, unable to get out. It was truly vexing.

Mo Lian quickly embraced his wife, his heart aching. "Qiaoqiao, it's my fault, I came late. Punish me, punish me, punish me with a kiss!"