Zhi'er obediently nodded, "Alright, thank you, big brother!"
Her eyebrows arched, and on her small round face was a sweet smile.
The Xiu Luo Envoy, accustomed to the life-and-death struggles, now faced this tender and soft little creature.
He actually felt a bit embarrassed by her gratitude.
He quickly said, "I wouldn't dare."
And then hastened inside.
The cold wind around was piercing.
Qingmei couldn't help but look around.
Everywhere the eye could see were swaying shadows.
As if behind the rockery, or next to the trees, lurked all sorts of sinister spirits.
"Your Highness..." Qingmei suddenly felt, the little princess seemed very reliable!
She squatted down, very close to Zhi'er.
"In the future, we should come to the Xiuluo Guard less often. I heard that at night, ghosts who died miserable deaths come out to haunt here!"
