"Squeak! Squeak!"
No sooner had Duan Lingtian handed the Ten-Thousand-Year Stalactite Essence to Kecier than the Little Golden Mouse poked its adorable little head out from her sleeve, chirping. Its pair of turquoise eyes were fixed intently on the medicine bottle in Kecier’s hand, filled with longing.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
Chapter 270