The design modification was complete, and Little Taotie happily handed it to Head Grandpa.
Shen Cang took the design.
Little Taotie rambled on the side, "It can become a white glove, can produce sharp claws, can transform into a shield, can spit silk..."
Shen Cang: "..."
He looked down to meet the little girl's sparkling big eyes, and said seriously, "You've watched too many sci-fi movies, haven't you?"
Little Taotie tilted her head, her gaze slightly dimmed, "Can't it be done? But Hua Jinyan said that with current technology, it's possible... If it can't be done, then forget it..."
Watching the twinkling stars in those bright eyes slowly extinguish, becoming gradually dim, Shen Cang pursed his lips, "It's not that it can't be done."
Those saddened eyes instantly filled with dazzling stars again as she said in a soft baby voice, "Really?"
Shen Cang's gaze returned to the design, pondered for a long time, and answered cautiously, "We can try."
