Chapter 70

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha was stunned, looking at her in disbelief; not to mention herself, even the viewers in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded.

【Host, what are you saying? Miss, you're going to get rich?!】

【Ahhh, say more, I love money the most!】

【Sniffle, envious tears flowed from the corner of the mouth.】

On the contrary, Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha herself, after a moment of stupor, quickly composed herself: 'Thank you, host, for your kind words; I also hope to earn more money!'

She is a Capricorn, not fond of dressing up or eating and wearing, just likes earning money; nothing else, money brings her more sense of security, and she also enjoys the process of making money.

Back then she didn't understand, but looking back now, perhaps from the very beginning she had anticipated this day.

As for Ling Yue's words about getting rich, she didn't take them to heart; she felt around and came up empty, slightly startled: 'Dou Dou?'

Sanhua Mao jumped onto the bedside table at some point, then leapt down with a whoosh, doing parkour around the house; hearing the owner's voice, Dou Dou turned her head and meowed: 'Owner, I'm coming back right away!'

Throughout the process, Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha just waved her hand; the cat nuzzled into her arms, she instinctively stroked Dou Dou's little paws, but felt a stiff paper piece stuck to the cat's paws.

Ling Yue's voice sounded: 'Not just auspicious words, it's true—you will get rich, enough to pursue your dreams; if you want to thank someone, thank the cat.'

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha pinched the paper, unfolded it before everyone's eyes, and lo and behold it was a lottery ticket; she recalled that a few days ago, on her birthday, passing a lottery shop, she impulsively bought a ticket with her birthday numbers.

As for Ling Yue's words, if it weren't for Sanhua Mao's Dou Dou stepping into a crack and bringing out this lottery ticket, it would have a ninety percent chance of being lost forever.

Even usually calm as she was, she couldn't help but breathe quickly, subconsciously clutching the ticket, her heart feeling as if a lively bunny were hopping about.

The viewers who had seen all this in the live broadcast room were even more tense, wishing they could rush straight into the camera!

【Ahhh, the lottery will be drawn any moment now—why am I so excited?】

【How much money will the host's predicted wealth bring? I'm currently squatting in the live broadcast room checking the draw!】

【One glance upstairs and you can tell they're not lottery players; there are only a few minutes left—wait, a few minutes?!】

Time ticked by second by second; Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha looked utterly bewildered—she had only bought one ticket, never understood lottery rules, and was now frantically searching online for results, not knowing how long she had been rummaging.

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha broke out in a sweat on her forehead, lifted her head, and found the live broadcast room deathly silent.

Ling Yue remained calm and composed, having already foreseen the future; she curled her lips and suddenly laughed, just as the lottery center drew the numbers.

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha gave up checking herself and simply spoke her birthday: '…Does anyone know how much I won?'

No one responded.

After a moment, the quiet live broadcast room was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil—everyone exploded.

【Ahhhhhh, Miss Tie Tie, I want to share in the luck!】

【Not much, not much—maybe around five million or so 【calm】【calm my ass】】

【!!! Five million is more than enough to buy a spacious flat in a second-tier city!】

【Lucky Sister Tie Tie, do you still need a pet? One with strong self-sufficiency, able to eat and drink and walk itself?】

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha stared dumbfounded at the comments flashing by; in an instant she was completely dazed, but Dou Dou jumped onto her shoulder, patted her head, and said: 'Wake up, poop scooper!'

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha winced in pain: 'Good heavens, Dou Dou, don't you know how heavy you are?'

She complained, her tone suddenly sinking; she stared fixedly at the little kitten, opened her phone, and personally checked according to the live broadcast viewers' instructions.

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha checked each digit one by one; all the way to the last, they matched perfectly, and she could no longer contain her joy: 'I've won!'

She scooped up Sanhua Mao in one arm and spun around the room; at this moment, the live broadcast viewers couldn't see her appearance, but they could hear her excited voice.

"Dou Dou is my little lucky star! Money‑bringing cat!"

Sanhua Mao lay on her shoulder. 52GGd., proudly lifted its head: 'That's right!'

"Who am I? I'm the head of this household—ow ow ow, poop scooper, hurry and put me down!"

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha hugged the cat without restraint and inhaled wildly; Sanhua Mao gasped, eyes rolling, its little paws scrambling, clutching his arm: 'Save, save me!'

"My brains are about to be sucked out by you QAQ."

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha hehehe laughed, her eyes squinting into slits; although she had savings, who would complain about having too much money!

The live broadcast viewers looked at her enviously, eyes like wolves and tigers.

【I see, Sanhua Mao is definitely a money‑bringing cat!】

【Is it still timely for me to pick up a cat?】

【Hug the cat, take a big breath hahaha!】

Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha felt the same; Dou Dou was lifted by her, she kissed its little head: 'Thank you, and thank the host too!'

"Can the host open tips? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am now." That ticket would probably just be tossed aside by her.

At this point, the live broadcast viewers finally reacted; what they should be even more shocked about is Ling Yue—her divine fortune‑telling skill, isn't she a hidden master of metaphysics?

Such a person, they have only seen in novels or stories.

【The host's predictions are too accurate—can you calculate for me when I'll get rich and make a fortune $_$】

【Ow ow ow, host, you've hidden it from me so deeply!】

【It's definitely fake; anyway I don't believe it, unless the host lets me win a prize—I'm not greedy, even tens of thousands would do!】

【Your abacus calculations are so loud I can hear them even in the Arctic!】

【Hey, whose abacus beads are bouncing all over the place?! 【hands on hips】】

【May I ask, Master, do you take private commissions? Fee is negotiable.】

As for these, Ling Yue glanced over and ignored them outright—after all, this is a pet‑consultation live broadcast room; of course, if someone shows up like the Song family did before, she could also take the job.

Returning to the subject, Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha thanked everyone and then went offline; she hadn't forgotten that she had just been broadcasting online, and after the surprise she immediately thought of a solution—she did not intend to continue this relationship, nor did she want to force herself.

Many viewers absorbed luck in the live broadcast room, and even more netizens were drawn by this news—someone in the live broadcast room frantically earned five million!

What does that mean? Many more people didn't believe it, coming to debunk it—what a joke, what kind of live broadcast can earn five million in such a short time? A product‑pushing host?

Only after actually entering did the fact of the five‑million lottery smack them in the face—what the hell kind of luck is this?! Everyone had their mouths full of lemons, yet they couldn't bear to leave, maybe they could really share in the luck.

Besides, Dou Dou this Sanhua Mao, because of its clingy personality, unique and beautiful appearance, plus a luck bonus, it's hard for it not to become popular!

In the days that followed, Man Bei Mao Mao Nai Cha also chose to become a host on Orca Live; she originally wanted to just record her life, but because Ling Yue had already gone viral, as soon as she started broadcasting she attracted many fans.

Finally, she quit that dead‑end job and chose full‑time work.

At this moment, Ling Yue was preparing to end this streaming session when the viewership numbers surged in a straight line, and the special, excellent data startled the general manager of Tiger Whale Live, who couldn't stop grinning.

"Hey, how many times has this been? I can't even count; the best decision I've made in my life was signing this streamer!"

"This isn't just a streamer; it's clearly a money‑shaking tree! A divine needle that calms the sea!"

The general manager praised himself over and over in his heart, then suddenly thought of something and immediately ordered his subordinate: "Right, did you send Miss Ling a backstage private message about our anniversary celebration?"

The subordinate was baffled, yet still nodded and said: "How could I dare forget? I sent it early this morning."

General Manager: "Never mind, never mind; I'll go myself when I have time."

He hadn't forgotten the previous matter; Ling Yue hardly checks her private messages, and the anniversary celebration is only half a month away—if anything goes wrong, he couldn't bear the responsibility.

Given Ling Yue's current status and connections, calling her a Xiao Zuzong on Tiger Whale Live wouldn't be far off.

The general manager said, the stream had already ended, he clutched his chest and regretfully gazed at the stagnant data: "Hiss—this is truly a master."

If it were anyone else, they'd surely be unwilling to give up such good data.

Ling Master Yue didn't realize she was being pitied; she got up, stretched, having sat too long.

At that moment, the Mysterious Cat Queen jumped onto the bed; in the sunlight, its pure black fur revealed a hint of reddish‑brown, warm and soft. Seeing it, Ling Yue curled the corners of her mouth, her hand already reaching for its fluffy head.

The Mysterious Cat Queen lifted its head, coquettishly biting her finger; Ling Yue frowned: "What's wrong?"

The Mysterious Cat Queen gave her a glance: "Go check on your little birds—they're about to deafen the cat!"

Ling Yue froze; just as she stepped downstairs, she heard a chaotic chorus of bird calls, her face twisting—she couldn't even describe her own expression, bewildered: each bird's voice was so lovely, why did gathering together turn them into this ghastly sight?

It was truly too noisy; the house sounded like a bustling market.

One sang a line, another sang a line; Ling Yue involuntarily covered her forehead, relieved that she lived in a detached villa—otherwise, the neighbors would have called the police immediately.

When she went out, she saw in the small garden of the courtyard that the birds were loosely gathered together, various sounds erupting without rhythm, while Azure Spirit stood to the side, staring at the bird choir.

Although she is an independent, confident goldfinch with a voice like heavenly music, she has no experience in this.

Ling Yue immediately realized her oversight; she should have provided systematic training, rather than letting Azure Spirit handle everything.

These birds aren't humans and have never undergone so‑called choir training; they possess the most melodious voices and their own unique rhythms, but now, haphazardly mixed together, they've lost all spiritual energy.

Ling Yue gave a light cough; in fact, they had noticed her long ago, but they thought their own voices were lovely, were intoxicated, and simply wouldn't stop.

Now interrupted, the little birds chirped and flocked around her.

"Master, is my song nice? Is it the best one?" This is that lively goldfinch that loves to vie for affection, its voice crisp and tender, sweetly melodious.

"Don't listen to its nonsense, Master; I'm the best. Our lark family can imitate other birds' songs—I alone am worth dozens!"

The goldfinch wouldn't yield: "I can imitate too! I'm even better‑looking than you—Master, take a look at me, aren't I especially beautiful?"

Saying this, it puffed out its chest, proud to the point of having no bounds.

Even the shy pearl‑spotted bird couldn't help but say: "Master, do you think our prepared surprise sounds good or not?"

Ling Yue: "……"

She had only one sentence: "If the grand chorus is going to be like this, we might as well change professions."

Now the little birds' chirping sounds are even better than the earlier chorus.

She couldn't help but look at Azure Spirit, which dared not meet her gaze—clearly, the bystander sees clearly while the participant is confused.

It itself felt ashamed, spreading its wings to cover its face, uttering not a sound.

Ling Yue wouldn't let it retreat; this was her carefully chosen lead singer, so she directly called out Azure Spirit: "Do you think the song everyone just sang was nice?"

Azure Spirit shook its head; its unique, ethereal voice rose, gradually drowning out the birds' clamor, and soon everyone fell silent.

They stared at each other in shock—could it really be that unpleasant?

That's Azure Spirit, after all—the most formidable goldfinch among them; who would doubt its words?

Ling Yue looked around, found a patch of grass to sit on, and waved at them: "Come over, let's hold a small meeting about the bird choir."

A meeting?

This is truly something we've never experienced before.

Ling Yue's opening sentence startled everyone: "Hearing your surprise for me, I actually feel a little afraid."

"If our choir is going to sound like this, why don't we find a new job and start over?"

The birds stared at her, dumbfounded, heads drooping in dejection; some even began to doubt themselves.

The most lively goldfinch flopped onto the grass with a plop, its dull eyes staring at the sky: "Well, well, what are we to do?"

Many birds harbored ambitions, choosing to become working birds so they could someday support themselves; now their grand undertaking remains unfinished, collapsing midway—who wouldn't be heartbroken? T_T

Ling Yue comforted them with a few words, then shifted tone: "So it's up to me and Azure Spirit to take the stage."

Ling Yue apologized: "It's also my fault—I didn't train you systematically."

The birds gazed at her intensely: "Training? What is that? Can you eat it?"

They began to listen as Ling Yue outlined the upcoming training plan.

A flock of birds listened, entranced—rhythm, melody, rehearsals, systematic training; the human world really has many methods.

Ling Yue even dug out the music she had previously planned and played it—a human‑recorded audio clip where various instruments converged, the music flowing like a stream through the air.

Ling Yue's main focus is pure music, amplifying the birds' vocal traits—ethereal, pure, sweetly melodious.

Her keen senses made this idea arise spontaneously when she first heard the birds sing.

Azure Spirit listened, gradually humming a little tune; when it finished, it lifted its gaze to meet everyone's eyes.

"Woo woo woo, so nice to listen to!"

On the other side of the windowsill, the Mysterious Cat Queen crouched at the edge, eyes fixed on Ling Yue and them, its claws scraping; suddenly, a squeaking sound came from beside it.

"Honey… cough cough, Queen, are you not happy?"

The Treasure‑seeking Mouse stared at it, body upright, its fluffy back almost pressed against the stair edge, not daring to look down for fear it couldn't resist jumping off—QAQ.

The Mysterious Cat Queen stared at it steadily: "What do you understand?"

If we talk about who understands the queen best, it's not herself, nor her subordinates, but the treasure-seeking mouse; it has been able to pursue for so many years, long since becoming a qualified little licking mouse.

If the queen didn't care, she wouldn't answer it at all.

The result was only one: the treasure-seeking mouse trembled as it looked down, Ling Yue and the flock of birds beside her, their intermittent little tune carrying far—compared to the earlier grand chorus, it was practically a cosmetic-surgery-level improvement!

This should be a good thing, the Mysterious Cat Queen thought as she lowered her head, but she also knew she didn't like these little birds—not just because they are natural enemies, but because……they were stealing Ling Yue's line of sight.

Then the treasure-seeking mouse pulled open its little backpack and cheerfully said, 'Ding ding ding ding!'

"Honey, look what this is."

The treasure-seeking mouse tore open the wrapping paper; its little backpack was no less than Doraemon's for Big Bear, and as a compressed big heart touched the air, it went 'bang' and inflated, expanding into a big red heart.

The treasure-seeking mouse held it up and shook it: 'Honey, I like you~'

The Mysterious Cat Queen glanced, her brain not yet finished processing, and her tail swept over: 'If you confess to me again, I'll eat you!'

It had never seen such a stupid little mouse; cats and mice are natural enemies, so how could it be so obsessive? It isn't even afraid of death.

The big red heart was swept away in an instant, and the treasure-seeking mouse instinctively grabbed, the whole mouse falling with it; the moment the weightless feeling came, it shut its eyes tight in fright—done for!

After a long while, the expected pain never came, and the treasure-seeking mouse slowly opened its eyes: the ground was above its head, the Mysterious Cat Queen behind it, the mouse's world completely upside down, while its big tail tied with a bow was being firmly pressed down by the cat's paw.

Treasure-seeking mouse: 'Eh-hey, I'm not dead?'

It gestured in midair, not forgetting to draw a big red heart for the Mysterious Cat Queen.

The Mysterious Cat Queen suddenly felt a bit regretful, her cat eyes fixed on it: 'Do you want to die now?'

Of course not!

The treasure-seeking mouse scrambled up, rubbing, and after hugging the wife's fluffy thigh, it finally reacted, its heart pounding and its movements slowing.

Suddenly, a cool voice from above the wife said: 'Don't want to let go? Then you'd better hold on tight.'

Before the treasure-seeking mouse could react, a strong sense of weightlessness spread through its body; it screamed in fright, its fur all puffed up into a golden little ball.

The sound over there caught Ling Yue's attention; upon seeing clearly, she raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

"Ahhhhh!" the treasure-seeking mouse screamed, clutching the wife's thigh; at the moment of landing, the mouse was on the ground while its soul flew up to heaven!

It lay limp like a little puppet on the grass, eyes vacant, pitiful yet a bit comical.

The Mysterious Cat Queen lowered her head to look, then turned to Ling Yue; her gaze swept over, and all the birds, including the Azure Spirit, flapped their wings and flew onto the osmanthus tree at once.

This is an innate radar; a formidable adult cat can scare birds more than a litter of kittens.

Ling Yue glanced, the birds shivering; she instinctively looked at the Mysterious Cat Queen, letting them rest on their own.

These birds are progressing quickly; the knowledge temporarily taught is enough for them to digest for a while, and what matters is the queen.

Seeing the Mysterious Cat Queen's appearance, she tilted her head and opened her arms: 'A hug?'

The Mysterious Cat Queen looked at her coolly, speaking aristocratically: 'You think I'd agree? It's filthy!'

Having said that, she turned her head; hearing human footsteps behind her, she became even more proud, tail held high, hearing humans behind her utter all kinds of sweet nothings. What is this? Sugar-coated cannonballs? A proud cat would never fall for that!

Ling Yue hurriedly caught up; in the coming days, she trained the bee special forces, helped Azure Spirit rehearse, the Mysterious Cat Queen continued practicing, not to mention the pet street's pet competition—Ling Yue ended up busy and delighted.

Poor treasure-seeking mouse; it really wanted to see its wife, but before pickup time arrived, it had already sighed in front of Ling Yue several times, dragging its tail dejectedly, a lost-spirited mouse.

Ling Yue, who was reading, quietly curled the corners of her mouth.

The treasure-seeking mouse walked back and forth several times, still thinking it hadn't been noticed.

Ling Yue suddenly lifted her head and blurted: 'Why do you like the Mysterious Cat Queen so much?'

The treasure-seeking mouse stiffened, its big round eyes darting about; finally it shyly cupped its face: 'Because she saved me.'

Its coquettish tone made Ling Yue think it had had its soul swapped.

Ling Yue closed her book, looked toward the horizon's evening clouds, the brilliant fiery clouds sweeping the sky, gorgeous beyond words.

She suddenly rose, and the treasure-seeking mouse chased after her: 'Master, where are you going?'

Ling Yue's voice came back: 'Pick up the queen and take her home.'

"I want to go, I want to go!" the treasure-seeking mouse darted after her; in the car, it wished it could sprout tiny wings and immediately fly to the queen cat's side.

Ling Yue watched, shaking her head: 'What's good about dating? Make money, make money, make money!'

She pondered while waiting outside the training hall; the treasure-seeking mouse in her pocket poked out its little head, just as it appeared, a low-to-high catcall sounded.

It got scared, feeling like it shrank half its head in, its mung-bean-sized little eyes darting; suddenly, a black mass descended from the sky: 'Go home.'

Ling Yue blinked, then laughed, speaking mysteriously: 'We're not going home first; we have something to do.'

The Mysterious Cat Queen and the treasure-seeking mouse both looked at her; Ling Yue gave a mysterious smile: 'Secret!'

The car stopped outside Times Square; they walked in, the sky not yet dark, shops all around already lit, girls in bunny suits holding a big bunch of balloons adorned with pretty cute little animals.

"Woof woof woof!"

"Stinky cat, get out of the way, don't block this great lord's path!"

"Wow wow wow, it's a big cat, let's charge!"

Suddenly, a bout of barking came from behind Ling Yue.

Ling Yue turned her head to see two wiggly-butt little Corgis dragging leashes, charging straight at them; behind them followed a handsome young man, obviously the owner of the Corgis.

The young man ran and shouted: 'Peach! Fruit! Stop quick!'

About to collide with someone, the man's face turned white; he hadn't expected these two mischievous eggs to have such gall, seizing his inattention to yank the leash and run off.

Even if he chased madly, he couldn't catch up to the four-legged Corgis.

The Corgi Peach ran, then suddenly turned to look at its owner, hehe laughing: 'Goodbye, stupid owner; I'm setting sail tonight!'

Fruit shook its butt, staring at the Mysterious Cat Queen: 'Check out my invincible little overlord, Fruit's mini crit!'

"Oh oh oh, I'm coming too—two dogs versus a big cat, making it go meow! Woof!"

Ling Yue's brow twitched, not for the Mysterious Cat Queen but because she was worried about these two reckless puppies.

Sure enough, the next second, the Corgi brothers came charging with tongues out; the Mysterious Cat Queen watched them, lazily licking her paws.

It looked like it was scared stiff, not knowing what to do; the Corgi brothers exchanged a glance, grew more excited, and came at them like two little cannonballs—seeing this, the male owner's face turned white in an instant!

He had already anticipated the tragedy, and a burst of tragic screams exploded beside his ear.

"Whoa, what kind of skill is this?"

"So awesome!"

The onlooking crowd was stunned by this scene.

The dog let out a howl, its chubby body wobbling as it stepped back; the sleek, oily black cat took on two foes with a leap, cat punches and four-legged kicks, like a world-shaking demon king, every blow landing flesh.

In the shocked gazes around, the fierce Corgi whimpered as it turned its head and fled frantically: "Whimper whimper whimper, owner save me QAQ".

"Mom, I'll never dare again!"

The two dogs desperately burrowed into the poop-scooper's arms like two little meatballs, and under the owner's soothing, they wailed loudly.

The situation reversed unexpectedly; the crowd came to their senses, and the Mystic Cat Queen sat quietly there, gentle and graceful, but no one would forget its consecutive strikes just now, comparable to a martial-arts showdown.

A rustling sound reached Ling Yue's ears.

"Wow, this cat is amazing!"

"Taking on two with ease, how did you raise it?"

The Mystic Cat Queen flicked its tail, paws crossed, and said haughtily and disdainfully, "Hmph, just two stupid dogs; even if ten more came, I could beat them!"

Ling Yue crouched, scratched its chin: "Yes, my queen is the strongest!"

The Treasure Mouse in her pocket also poked its head out, its mung-bean eyes turning starry: "Wow, wifey, you were really amazing just now, so cool \(≧▽≦)/!"

At that moment, the Corgi's owner hugged the dog, utterly embarrassed—his dog had provoked the other party and then got beaten by their cat—truly… losing face!

He led the two dogs in apology; the dogs dared not even look, heads lowered, trembling with fear: "Whimper whimper whimper, my head hurts, my butt hurts QAQ".

"Owner, hurry and take us away; I'll never provoke the cat again!"

Ling Yue pressed down her rising lips, almost laughing; she fully accepted the Corgi owner's apology and told him to call the two dogs quickly: "My cat's fine; they just got scared."

Over here, the Mystic Cat Queen swept a glance; the wiggling-butt Corgi trembled with tear-filled eyes, retreating repeatedly—once the little tyrant, now frightened like this—its owner felt both heartache and relief.

She patted the Corgi's little butt: "Now you finally know fear—let's see if you dare again!"

Though he said that, he then led the little Corgi to the balloon girl, who smiled and asked: "What do you want?"

The two forgetful Corgis lifted their heads, wiggling their butts excitedly, staring at the pretty little balloon, their eyes bulging like tiny bulbs, and they barked: "Little yellow duck! We want the little yellow duck!"

The owner chuckled: "Give us two little yellow ducks."

Their Corgi loves little yellow ducks the most.

As expected, the moment the balloon string was tied, the little dog dashed off as if frolicking, circling its owner, as if showing off to everyone.

The Mystic Cat Queen snorted disdainfully: "How ugly!"

The next moment, Ling Yue led it to the balloon vendor and asked the cat: "Queen, what do you want?"

"If even the defeated underlings have them, how could we not?"

The girl looked surprised at her talking to the cat, then laughed and said: "Take a look at whatever you like; we have all kinds of small animals."

The Mystic Cat Queen glanced, took a few steps forward, and stepped on a little black cat: "This one will do; it's barely cute."

Ling Yue had long caught her subtext, paid while suppressing a laugh, and the Treasure Mouse in her pocket shouted: "Me too! Me too! I want one too!"

Seeing this, the girl jumped, then realized: "This is— a flower-branch mouse?"

Ling Yue startled, before she could speak, the girl praised: "I've never seen such an all-golden one before; this fluffy golden fur is too pure, like it's made of gold!"

The Treasure Mouse understood her words and instantly puffed up with pride: "I'm not just like a little gold mouse; I can also find gold!"

Ling Yue: "Then do you still want the big balloon?"

Treasure Mouse: "Yes!"

Before it finished speaking, it caught Ling Yue's smiling gaze, instantly stepped back half a paw, and covered its mouth with its tiny claws.

Ling Yue bought two little black cat balloons.

One was tied to the Mystic Cat Queen, the other given to the Treasure Mouse; after receiving the big balloon, the mouse tied the string around its tiny waist, puffed up with pride, and said: "Honey, look, we're a matching couple!"

The Mystic Cat Queen glanced lazily, then her gaze sharpened: "Duoduo—"

The Treasure Mouse puffed with pride: "Am I just too handsome?"

Suddenly, it felt light beneath its feet, instinctively looked down, and its mouse eyes widened: "!!!"

At that moment, the Treasure Mouse's feet left the ground; the huge hydrogen balloon lifted it upward, still rising.

By the time Ling Yue reacted, the Treasure Mouse had flown to her shoulder, panicked, its mouse eyes wide, paws scrambling: "Save me! Save me! Save me!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind them.

"Mom, quick look—"

The little girl pointed at them curiously and said: "This little mouse can fly!"

The Treasure Mouse, tears streaming down its face: "Yeah. Me, the mouse, I'm about to ascend to heaven QWQ"