A poor family's spirit beast is better at taking care of things

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp." The little yellow chick squeaked as it pointed its wing outside.

Although she could not understand a single word, Ling Chuxi could still guess that these five-colored spirit stones were most likely obtained from elder Ling. Only she had the financial resources to do so.

The little yellow chick bounced and bounced as it pushed the pile of spirit stones one by one in front of Ling Chuxi. It piled them up like a small mountain and put on a fawning look.

"Poor people's spirit beasts are better at taking care of themselves." Ling Chuxi gave the little yellow chick a beating and a kiss.

This time, she was really touched. No wonder elder Ling was so frightened by its huge appetite. It turned out that the five-colored spirit stones were not all eaten by it. Instead, it had accumulated a pile to please her. Ling Chuxi took back her words about it being an ingrate.