Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Addicted, huh?

Fu Qian certainly had no complaints about the witch’s shopping efficiency.

However, this seemingly thoughtful safety suggestion was met with sarcasm in his heart.

Hold tight, do I even have the hands for it?

Given our current physical structure, isn’t wrapping tightly more reasonable?

Clearly, she’s deliberately using this tone, as if she’s taking kids to an amusement park, to take advantage.

This whole journey proves she’s thoroughly enjoying it.

Yet considering she’s the Pontiff, carrying him as they stroll, Fu Qian wouldn’t bother to argue with her.

Of course, he never had any identity misunderstanding due to such behavior.

If the witch were truly the Red Moon, there wouldn’t be this level of inconvenience.

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