His red fox ears twitched once, his tail stopped moving, and his eyes said very clearly that he could not believe she thought they were foolish enough to swallow such a weak lie.
"The dream beast god," Feng Yiren repeated slowly.
Lin Huahua lifted her chin. "Yes."
"The dream beast god showed you feet protectors."
"Yes."
"Because your head was injured."
"Yes."
"And he showed you this instead of telling you not to follow fish into deep water."
Lin Huahua's face changed at once. "Why are you bringing that up again?"
"Because the dream beast god clearly has poor priorities."Mu Qingyi finally let out a low laugh, warm and gentle, and because the sound was not mocking her, Lin Huahua did not feel as angry as she should have. He reached for the leftover scraps of hide and began cleaning them up, sorting the softer pieces from the tougher ones while saying calmly, "If Huahua says she dreamed it, then perhaps she dreamed it."
