Little Nannan tilted her head, looking at the ancient, broken stone stele. She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I've seen you before! But why have you gotten so small? I was born right next to you back then…"
As she spoke, Little Nannan frowned, then added, 'Why would I say something like that? I've never seen you before…'
No one heard Little Nannan's words, and the ancient, broken stone stele remained utterly silent, not making a single sound.
Little Nannan looked at Xu Luo's increasingly pale face and the nearly collapsing world around them. Biting her lip, she made a decision.
A small, shimmering silver knife appeared in her hand out of nowhere. She sliced her own wrist, and a stream of golden liquid immediately flowed out, emitting a tremendously powerful wave of energy.
Tears streamed down her face as well, dripping onto the ground.
"Little Nannan is the bravest… Little Nannan isn't afraid of pain… BOO-HOO!"
