"It's just a doll, how could it bite someone?!"
"To the person above, are you being dense? This is a supernatural livestream; you can't think about it normally."
"I've learned a new insult: 'dense'."
"So what, we've got eight hundred dense people here? Sounds about right."
"Master, it really bit me! It really bit me!"
A moment ago, she'd been hugging the doll, unable to put it down, but now she was one shriek away from turning into a screaming chicken.
Her eyes wide with terror, she pointed at the bizarre doll.
She pinched the tiny drop of blood on her fingertip, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
The doll's expression hadn't changed in the slightest. It was still exquisite and cute—a fake doll, made of nothing more than resin.
'How could it possibly move? Let alone bite someone?!'
At that thought, her expression grew even more horrified. Her gaze, fixed on Su Nian, was filled with utter dread.
"Heavenly Venerate, it bit me! It really bit me!"
