116 Entering the Mystic Realm, the First Runner-Up, Mike

Mike's words were clearly not what the little tree spirit had expected.

It looked at Mike in surprise and then said a little nervously,

"Are you saying that you'll bring me along?"

There was a hint of expectation in its words. Sure enough, it wanted that answer.

Mike smiled.

"Why not?"

He did not hate the little tree spirit. He even had a good impression of it.

The little tree spirit would leave the village when it grew up.

Then it would be killed by the players.

Mike might be able to change the outcome, and it was just a very easy thing for him.

So, as he said.

Why not?

Upon hearing Mike's words, the little tree spirit gradually turned from nervous to excited.

Of course, it desired to go out and take a look in advance. If not because of its weak strength, it might have already left this place.

"Good, good! If it's possible, then take me with you.

"You're right, why not?"