"Wang Ying, Wang Ying, what kind of toys do you have at home?"
"None..."
"Even old toys would do. You can't possibly have no toys at all, right?"
"I do..."
Wang Ying gritted her teeth, her steps heavy as she walked into her room, followed closely by four Demonesses crowding in together.
"If you dare to rummage through my stuff..."
"What's this?"
Song Lili picked up a gaudy hat, plopped it on her head, and turned to ask Zhou Qing.
"This is a tiger-head hat meant for kids. It symbolizes being energetic and full of spirit."
"Hahaha, energetic and full of spirit!"
Song Lili, donning the tiger-head hat, climbed onto the bed. Her facial features instantly melted, reforming into Wang Ying's appearance, and her voice changed to mimic Wang Ying's exactly.
"I am——the Immortal of Tiger Power!"
A vein popped on Wang Ying's forehead.
"Quick, bring that monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty over! I want to challenge him in seated meditation!"
