Home?

“Then shouldn’t I sleep more?” The little fellow climbed down grumpily. Even though she had grown a lot bigger, she still had the temperament of a little girl.

Qianye said patiently, “Our house is a bit messy right now, we need to clean it up.”

“Don’t we have cleaners? Oh, you mean we have to fight?” The lass sobered up immediately. There were three things that held meaning for her—eating, sleeping, and fighting.

“We need to fight, but we have to be careful not to kill unnecessary bystanders. No spitting poison in our own home, okay?”

“Why can’t I spit poison? My throat itches if I can’t spray poison during fights.”

Qianye didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. The little girl had clearly awakened her innate talent and wanted to use her venom out of instinct. It also seemed that she would need to release the poison after a certain period of accumulation. Each mouthful of her poison would turn several kilometers of land into a dead zone, not something he could have...