Just in case, Jiang Qingyu once again had Qiuqiu cast its innate skill on the barrier.
Inside the barrier, as long as they did not speak loudly or make movements that noticeably shook the branches, those simple-minded demon plants, which had little contact with the outside world, would never suspect that a group of intruders was right above their heads.
Hearing Jiang Qingyu's explanation, the gazes of Luoye and Gu Zhizhou drifted inadvertently toward the sticky, semi-invisible rice-ball-like fur spirit perched on Jiang Qingyu's shoulder, looking very proud of itself for being praised.
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