Xu Mumu gritted her teeth, feeling like swearing at her luck. What the hell is all this?
"So, how do I accumulate energy?" Xu Mumu took a deep breath. She must not get angry, must not get angry. Even if the little elf doesn't say it, she knows her current situation—her soul is unstable, faint and flickering, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.
"You need to do a lot of good deeds. I've been constantly stabilizing your soul during this period, and most of the energy you've accumulated previously has already been consumed," the little elf honestly told Xu Mumu everything it knew.
Currently, Xu Mumu's soul is unstable, and excessive emotional fluctuations can easily cause her soul to become even more unstable.
The little elf has exerted quite a bit of effort to protect Xu Mumu's soul from dispersing.
"What kind of things count as good deeds?" At least the little elf suggested some useful methods. Xu Mumu narrowed her eyes slightly.
