Whoosh!
After gobbling up the Ice Skin Lotus, the little creature's figure flashed and rushed out again.
"Ah! Where did this dead dog come from! Stop right there, give me back my Ice Skin Lotus!" Qing Mian roared in rage.
He was almost bursting with anger.
With a tap of his foot, he was about to give chase.
"No need to chase." Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Ah! My lord, why not? That dead dog ate my Ice Skin Lotus! That's a priceless treasure!" Qing Mian said urgently.
"Sit down!" Zhang Xiaohao spoke irritably.
"Okay." Hearing Zhang Xiaohao's words, Qing Mian had no choice but to sit down on the sofa again.
Bang!
Zhang Xiaohao flapped his palm, closing the door to the room.
His formidable Soul Power swept through, covering the room and forming a vast barrier.
"Ah! My lord, what are you doing?" Qing Mian asked, puzzled.
