The two people were waiting below for Mo Jiuli, but suddenly a gust of wind blew, and then they felt like they were grabbed by something and flown upwards. The speed was simply indescribable ah ah ah ah...

And now, what is this ghost!

Great God Wang looked at the gigantic red tiger before him, clutching himself and Di Minghan in its paws. This wasn’t the point; the point was when did Di Minghan’s wife become as big as a tiger ah ah ah ah...

Great God Wang clutched Di Minghan’s sleeve tightly, trembling as he spoke: "Brother Shangguan, is that the Junior Sister? Why did the Junior Sister become as big as a tiger ah ah ah ah, and what kind of tiger is this, red like blood and so big! It’s freaking scary ah..."

Mo Jiu...

Little Red Cat...

It’s a raccoon cat, not a tiger okay, what kind of eyesight is this!

"Young Master, I am a raccoon cat, not a tiger, are you blind!" Little Red Cat glared at Great God Wang and shouted.

Great God Wang...

Did he really think he was a fool? He wasn’t blind, that’s why he knew it was a tiger okay, whose raccoon cat is this big ah ah ah ah...

Di Minghan saw the situation of Mo Jiuli and the raccoon cat, and understood that the issue was not with Mo Jiuli and the raccoon cat, but with himself and Great God Wang. However, Di Minghan remained calm! Mo Jiuli came to his senses, received Di Minghan, and placed him in the palm of her hand, looking at the thumb-sized Di Minghan, with a smile on her lips...

"What are you smiling at?" Di Minghan asked somewhat sullenly.

"I heard some romantic words before, saying that it would be nice to put someone in your pocket! Now, in this form, I can actually put you in my pocket..." Mo Jiuli said with a smile.

"No way, I want to protect you!" Di Minghan refused. If he and Jiuli switched places, he would be very willing. But for now, forget about it—being a big man carried in a pocket, what’s that about.

"Xiaohong, what’s wrong with them?" Mo Jiuli asked the Little Red Cat.

"Xiao... Xiaohong? Master, are you calling me?" Little Red Cat asked in horror as Wenyan looked at Mo Jiuli, wondering what kind of ghost Xiaohong was ah ah ah ah!

"Yes, I’m calling you. From now on, you will be called Xiaohong!" Mo Jiuli said seriously after looking at the Little Red Cat.

Di Minghan and Great God Wang both looked sympathetically at the giant red tiger in front of them. With the name Xiaohong, Great God Wang’s look at Mo Jiuli changed a bit. The Junior Sister’s naming ability really wasn’t praiseworthy ah ah ah ah!

Only Di Minghan indulgently looked at Mo Jiuli. He had already known about Mo Jiuli’s habit of using colors for names and rather liked it; names are just code labels anyhow, why care so much...

If the Little Red Cat knew Di Minghan’s thoughts, it would definitely protest loudly, saying "Of course you don’t care when it’s not your name. Otherwise, if they name you Xiaodi (Little Brother), let’s see if you care then!"

"Master, I’m a raccoon cat. I want to be called raccoon cat, I refuse to be called Xiaohong!" The Little Red Cat protested to Mo Jiuli.

"Okay, let’s resolve their problem first!" Mo Jiuli nodded and said.

Only then did the Little Red Cat, satisfied, cast a beam of red light on Great God Wang and Di Minghan, instantly returning them to their original state. Great God Wang, upon restoration, finally realized the Little Red Cat really wasn’t a tiger ah!