The thousand-year-old Ghost trembled, too afraid to raise its head and meet Shen Cang's gaze, humbled to the dust.
Little Taotie didn't expect Head Grandpa to appear, just his words were enough to frighten these thousand-year Starved Ghosts. She ran to Shen Cang's side, and with a direct reach, she hugged Shen Cang's—thigh!
Yuanyuan's eyes widened in shock!
Jiang Si's pupils shook, and he held his breath.
Little Taotie lifted her small head, looking up at Shen Cang with admiration and affection, in a childish voice: "Head Grandpa, majestic!"
Shen Cang's lips threatened to curl up, he snorted and moved his leg, "Little flatterer, let go."
"Got it!" Little Taotie obediently let go, like an assistant in a shop shouting a cheer, releasing her grip, big eyes blinking as she stared at Shen Cang, as if trying to see a flower blossoming out of him.
In fact, she did see flowers blooming, not just one, but a whole sea of flowers.
