"Xiaozhi… Brother!" Xiaozhi looked confused and surprised for a moment.
"Xiaozhi, you, you've grown taller… What did you call me?"
Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Xiaozhi called him that.
"Brother, you're Brother!"
Xiaozhi was pleasantly surprised. She jumped down from the altar and shouted.
Her figure had grown a lot. She was no longer a three-year-old girl. She looked more than ten years old. The immaturity on her face had faded a little, but many of Xiaozhi's shadows could still be seen.
Although Xiaozhi's behavior was a little strange, Lin Yan didn't think too much about it. He just covered her with the blanket that he had prepared long ago.
However, the altar that condensed Xiaozhi's body seemed to be unable to bear the burden. It actually cracked layer by layer and completely shattered into powder.
However, Xiaozhi had already returned to normal. So what if the altar shattered? It was not a big deal.