"Whoo~"
Qiuqiu let out a threatening growl from its throat.
Its claws clung tightly to Shao Zifeng's clothes, and its bloodshot eyes stared at a certain place in the sky.
Qiuqiu.
Was afraid.
In its emotions, besides anger, there was also an unnoticeable trace of fear.
This fear was perhaps not because of Lady Silver Fern herself, but because it had experienced a brush with death and was now afraid of being separated from Shao Zifeng.
It was precisely because it feared such a situation arising again that Qiuqiu transferred its fear onto Lady Silver Fern.
In the short term, it was okay, but if not guided properly, this fear might turn into a dislike and rejection of battle.
The awakening of Qiuqiu's ancestral bloodline had come about by overcoming the instincts of its race; if it were to become cowardly or battle-averse again, no one knew what consequences could ensue.
If it were a different space and time, he would just let it be.
