“Wu wu wu~~~~~”

The small Mo Xie ran out herself from Chu Mu’s soul pet space, and looked on with confusion at the three silent men.

After looking for a while and seeing that for some reason they weren’t speaking, she ignored them and with a few small hops, jumped to the bowl of wonderful warm soup.

The small Dead Dream looked up at Mo Xie. After giving her some room, it put its head down and continued to greedily drink.

The small Mo Xie was thinking that there was such a great bowl of soup here that they weren’t drinking; instead, they just felt like talking. Thus, Mo Xie put her face into the soup...

To Dead Dream and Mo Xie, it wasn’t important that humans didn’t have a species rank. Moreover, since their ranks were too high, it was rare that they found an opponent to exercise with.  For soul pets that enjoyed fighting, if there was no fighting, it was like they had no food. They were going crazy with hunger.

If there was a fight to be had instead, that would be even more exciting. Especially for the small Mo Xie, after her species mutation, aside from the Evil Good Queen who could fight...