Capítulo 67: A Grateful Squirrel

After Mo Lian carried Qiao Mu far off into the distance, something underneath a pile of scorched and loosened rocks and dirt jiggled and jiggled.

Suddenly, a tiny white squirrel popped out, a pair of big and clever eyes wide open on its adorable furry face.

"Squeak!" the little white squirrel pitifully called in surprise.

"Where is Little Master? Why did Little Master disappear? Little Master! Little Master, Little Master!!!" If someone was present, they would certainly see the tearful expression on the little white squirrel.

It jumped around in its spot for a moment and took a sniff of its surroundings. It pinpointed the direction in which Mo Lian left with Qiao Mu, and loudly squeaked before dashing out of the inflamed stone forest with a swish.

At this time, the roaring flames had already crept over the entire stone forest, but it appeared to not affect the little white squirrel at all.