My Stubborn Soul Card Follower-Chapter 493 - 400: The Destruction of the Sandbox World (6K)

The early winter morning at the foot of the mountain had already brought a piercing cold.

In such weather, even those who need to start work at eight struggle to leave the warmth of their beds until the very last possible moment.

However, at this moment, Shen Sui’s room was unusually lively. A cute and beautiful puppet had its hands bound by two ropes, hanging at the window in a sacrificial manner. The ropes seemed to have been treated with special magic, and when the puppet tried to struggle, golden runes flashed, nullifying all its strength.

The puppet seemed to have been washed with clear water, leaving it soaking wet, with golden hair hanging limp, resembling a drenched chicken from afar.

Isabella exerted all her efforts but couldn’t break free from Qishala’s bondage. She angrily shouted, "Qishala! You damned White Dragon! Let me down!"

Qishala, who was tidying up, heard Isabella’s cries, turned around, squinted her eyes and smiled as she said, "That won’t do, you’re not dry yet."

"You bastard! Wasn’t it you who threw me into the bucket?" Isabella fumed with rage at the mention of it.

"Oh, right, isn’t that perfectly normal?" Qishala said, covering her mouth and speaking matter-of-factly, "When a puppet gets dirty, it needs to be washed and then dried."

"Damn! This is revenge!" Isabella tried to scare Qishala with ferocious gestures, but with her hands bound, all she could do was scuffle with her feet, "Ah ah ah! Let me down!"

Shen Sui coughed twice, wanting to speak for Isabella, but felt Qishala’s cold gaze.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Who would have thought last night’s absurdity would be caught red-handed by the returning Qishala?

Qishala wasn’t classified as a dangerous person according to Shen Sui, hence she easily opened the room without his notice, while Isabella, with limited power transmission to the real world, couldn’t carry out any alerts either.

Qishala sighed, turning to Shen Sui, "Master, I completely understand you have normal needs, but the means of venting should be more conventional. You shouldn’t indulge in such peculiar tricks..."

Saying this, Qishala didn’t forget to glare at Isabella, "Especially being tempted by this ill-intentioned fellow."

"Damn! What do you mean by ill-intentioned!" Isabella retorted angrily, "If all of you can eat, why can’t I?"

Their eyes clashed again.

Shen Sui became even more embarrassed, as he could see Qishala’s words weren’t meant to badmouth Isabella, she genuinely didn’t want Shen Sui getting lost in such bizarre activities.

Luckily, Qishala wasn’t someone who made unreasonable scenes, nor was there any deep animosity between her and Isabella. They didn’t even genuinely dislike each other, it was more of a habitual teasing.

Living for over a thousand or two thousand years, if they were that petty and resentful, they would have long gone mad over the years, turning into malevolent spirits or evil dragons on the Dawn Continent and getting dispatched by some passing Twilight Bishop.

In fact, in a way, Shen Sui even felt that Qishala and Isabella simply relied on this mutual teasing method to maintain their relationship.

Long-lived beings, they value every friend dearly.

When Qishala finished making breakfast with magic, she finally let go of Isabella’s restraints.

"Ah~ so cold." As soon as Isabella was freed, she dashed towards Shen Sui like the wind, "I want warmth!"

She intended to naturally slip into Shen Sui’s pants, oops, I mean clothes.

Then mid-flight, a hand directly grasped the back of her neck like fate.

Qishala’s cold voice reached her ears, "Have breakfast first."

Isabella turned her head, pointing at herself, emphasizing, "This body is a puppet, see. It only needs magic power for operation, no need for breakfast."

"I know." Qishala nodded, then directly pressed Isabella onto the table.

Before Isabella could react, a pot of porridge was placed on top of her head. Instinctively, she used both hands to hold the pot of porridge.

"Since you’re staying, you should serve some purpose," Qishala stated.

Isabella mumbled, "I do serve a purpose."

Qishala increased her force a little, "Not the purpose of corrupting the master! The master’s energy should be used for progeny, not wasted by you frivolously!"

"Ooh~!" Isabella whimpered a few cries of grievance.

Qishala snapped her fingers, a spatial vortex appeared beside her.

She reached into the vortex, pulling out a large lobster, followed by various types of seafood.

Shen Sui, looking at the table full of seafood, asked in bewilderment, "Is this breakfast?"

After giving Isabella a good scolding, Qishala felt much better, smiling as she told Shen Sui, "Congee steamboat, it just so happens that Martina sent over lots of seafood this morning."

Martina’s exploration of the real-world sea was ongoing, almost daily bringing Shen Sui seafood.

She was the same way on the Dawn Continent, as long as you were liked, you’d always receive seafood from her. Since knowing Martina, Shen Sui never had to worry about ingredients for dishes.

"Speaking of which," Shen Sui suddenly recalled the message Martina brought a few days ago, "Martina said, in the depths of the ocean, a summoning array has been set up, she seemed to ask whether I should destroy it."