Little Dough

Once that ball of dough saw the flame in Sima You Yue's hands, it shouted —— AH, its body and facial features shrank back and fully turned into a ball dough. 

"Hiding? If you don't tell me, I will burn you to death immediately!" Sima You Yue threatened.

"I'll tell you if you don't burn me!" Little Dough mumbled.

"You come out first."

"Keep your flame first." Little Dough protested.

Seeing that flame, it instinctively raised a fear and its intuition told him that the flame could really kill him.

Seeing Sima You Yue motionless, Little Dough continued, "I'm already contracted with your little sister, if I die, she dies too!"

"Contract? If you are contracted, how did my little sister not know about it?" Sima You Yue doubted its words.

"Whoever's body I go into, they will be my host, but I don't have a shape yet, of course she doesn't know." Little Dough continued, "Keep your flame, quick!"