Evil Qi reached the spot and the headless Ah Piao's wounds quickly healed.
"My head…"
The headless Ah Piao excitedly felt his own head.
His severed head had actually returned as well.
The soul of the headless Ah Piao gradually became clearer, transforming into a chubby little boy around seven or eight years old, with rosy lips and white teeth, with his hair parted into two buns.
"Ah Piao, you're actually just a little brat."
Seeing the true appearance of the headless Ah Piao, Xin Lin let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit emotional at the same time.
The headless Ah Piao mentally complained, Is it really okay for you to talk about someone like that? You only look slightly older than me, at most.
Ah Piao died when he was a child.
