"Huh?"
The Little Trumpet opened their eyes drowsily.
Fu Qingjun was speechless, the Little Trumpet truly lived up to their name, still retaining the innocence,
even after becoming the first Cosmic Emperor, wielding all the power of the world, they continued to eat and sleep, sleep and eat, happily living each day.
It might be precisely due to the Little Trumpet's rare and unique talent, that I was able to calculate the Celestial Dao through them,
The Little Trumpet, a completely ordinary mortal salted fish, without any ambition, an innocent and naive little girl,
But...
"I have the General Little Trumpet, who can slice through the great fate of the Celestial Dao."
Fu Qingjun nodded silently.
"The Celestial Venerable seats are about to be apportioned, and you're still not getting up?" Fu Qingjun said.
"Sister Qin Hong said she's ready," Little Trumpet whispered weakly, "I'll just handle lying flat."
