Yun Chujiu’s eyes lit up when she heard Yang Chun Baixue’s words. She said sneakily, “Then if I help you ring the demon Sky Bell, does that mean that the demon Sky Bell belongs to Me?”
Yangchun baixue stared at Yun Chujiu with her mouth agape. She even suspected that she had misunderstood her lip language. was there something wrong with this good-for-nothing puppet’s brain?
Putting aside the fact that it was just a good-for-nothing puppet that couldn’t help her ring the demon Sky Bell, even if it did ring, the demon Sky Bell wouldn’t recognize a puppet as its master.
Moreover, the demon Sky Bell was a treasure left behind by the demon ancestor. No one could make it recognize its master.
Yangchun baixue sighed. “You’re thinking too much. Even if I could ring the demon Sky Bell, the demon Sky Bell wouldn’t recognize me as its master, much less recognize a puppet like you as its master.”