Little Song yawned and opened his sleepy eyes. As soon as his eyes opened, Little Song's little nose began to twitch nonstop, and his cute paw pointed in a certain direction.
"Brother, sister-in-law went that way, huh? Why do I smell something very similar to you, but wait, there's a slight difference, it smells like there's formalin on him."
"Similar to me? And with a formalin scent?" Qin Yu's scalp tingled. Could it be that America's genetic technology had become so advanced? Had they already started mass production? Was the imposter he had encountered in Tibet not the only one?
"Mr. Qin, Little Song's guardian is right. Mr. Mo went the same way as that imposter." Seeing that Little Song had instantly found the right path, Diana was full of confidence.
"Of course, Little Song is a Guardian Divine Beast, especially sensitive to scents."
"Mr. Qin, let's set off quickly."
"Hmm."
