Yangchun baixue relayed Hei Xinjiu’s words to the demon sky clock. Of course, her words were more tactful. After all, they were now living under someone else’s roof.
Hei Xinjiu did not have the self-awareness of living under someone else’s roof. After lying down for a while, she asked Yangchun Baixue to feed her.
Yangchun Baixue wanted to say that she had already formed her right hand, so why didn’t she eat it herself?
However, when she thought of the behavior of her puppet, she still obediently fed her lunch.
Yangchun Baixue wanted to discuss the following arrangements with Yun Chujiu, but she realized that she had never given this good-for-nothing puppet a name, so she said,
“Let me give you a name. My surname is Yang, and you are so fond of beauty. Why Don’t You Call Yourself Yang Hua?”
Hei Xinjiu:”...”
Yang Hua? Fickle Yang Hua?