C389 It Was like Entering a Precious Mountain

The octopus seemed to be able to understand her words. It stopped moving, and a few tentacles extended to its round head, scratching its ears and scratching its cheeks in impatience.

Seeing it like that, Gu Qing did not seem to worry anymore, the octopus had caught him and brought him here, as if it had something to request of him.

A few of the octopus's tentacles poked downwards