My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

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‘Apart from teaching me how to draw talismans, what else can it do? Say, if you can only draw talismans, then only say that! Why did you wildly boast about a bunch of utterly mystical functions? Are you bullying this darling for being a country bumpkin?!’

Qiao Mu mockingly chuckled and irritably re-entered her room, plopping down on a chair.

She gathered her mystic energy into a trace of mystic conscious and penetrated her conscious.
What Qiao Mu’s “sight” could catch was still her empty conscious.

In the middle of the earth crisscrossed with gorges and hills, her apparition was sprawled out on her back, her lazy manner causing the little fellow to wish for nothing more than to grab her and violently beat her up.

The 12 jade slips silently floated in the air.

There was indeed an extra ball of red mist next to her jade slips, forming a ring around the exterior and enveloping quite a bit of milky white mystic conscious.

In truth, her mystic conscious was pitifully little, but after she advanced to a level-seven mystic cultivator, her mystic conscious was definitely stronger than before.

However, she had no idea what that oddly red ball of mist was doing.

The red mist seemed to sense her “looking” at it and suddenly drifted around and swallowed the layer of mystic conscious outside of it into the mist.

Qiao Mu hastily cried in shock, “Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu, is it eating my mystic conscious?! Hurry and kick it out! What is this?!”

“Master, don’t worry! Take a closer look!”

Qiao Mu calmed her heart and focused, only to see that ball of red mist spitting back out the strands of mystic conscious it had previously engorged.

The mystic conscious it spat back out was evidently thicker than before by a few strands.

“Eh? What the heck is this?” ‘It actually knew how to nourish mystic conscious?’

“You don’t know, Master?” Qiuqiu’s voice sounded odd.

“How would I know? Like you said, it entered in the middle of the night! I’ve never seen it before.”

“Isn’t it the tattered book you brought back, soaked in water, and barbecued in fire, Master?”