Feng Qi drifted out from the Horse-Faced Bell, saw the mark on her forehead, and immediately became alert, looking around cautiously.
"What's wrong?" Little Taotie asked, puzzled.
Feng Qi's gaze returned to Little Taotie's forehead, mumbling softly, "A mark left by a god."
"What?" Little Taotie leaned in a bit closer, tilting her head, "What did you say?"
"Did the War God come by?"
Little Taotie shook her head, then thought of something and nodded.
"Did he come by or not?"
"He didn't come, but I dreamed of him. He took me to feed the mosquitoes."
"Feed the mosquitoes?"
Feng Qi was surprised, looked carefully at the little red mole again, as if she understood something, and started to laugh lightly, "It wasn't mosquitoes biting you, it was the War God who left the mark. Aren't you calling the War God a mosquito? For ten thousand years, who dares to call the War God a mosquito? It seems it's only you, Little Taotie!"
