Lin Qingluo smiled and looked affectionately at the little cutie as it flew out of the Cold Pond, and then her gaze returned, her eyes already ice-cold.
"Where's the Mystic Ice Marrow Mushroom?"
"Hmph, so you are just like those bad people, all here to steal my babies."
Upon hearing Mystic Ice Marrow Mushroom, the Pond Spirit got instantly furious like a firecracker, puffing its cheeks, hands-on waist, glaring angrily.
It appeared quite fierce, yet it somehow looked amusing.
Lin Qingluo's gaze flickered, lightly raising her eyebrows, and teasingly laughed.
"Your babies?"
"Each and every Mystic Ice Marrow Mushroom is my baby. The Cold Pond is lonely and desolate, only they accompany me. I won't allow you to take them away."
Pond Spirit puffed its cheeks and retorted angrily. Although it seemed fierce, it actually made people feel pitiful.
Lin Qingluo's gaze flickered, and she asked quietly, "How many years have you been at the bottom of the pond?"
"Don't know."