Vermilion Bird dragged the little golden dragon to Xiu.
Xiu reached out his hand and the little golden dragon shrunk his neck while trembling.
He gently placed his ice-cold hand on the little golden dragon's head. The little golden dragon trembled like autumn leaves in the wind as he looked at Vermilion Bird with watery eyes.
Vermilion Bird chose to ignore his gaze.
Strands of divine power were transmitted from Xiu's hand to the little golden dragon's head and spread throughout his body.
Minutes and seconds passed and Xiu's expression slightly changed. He slowly retracted his strength and removed his hand from the little golden dragon's head.
The nervous little guy suddenly pounced on Shen Yanxiao subconsciously and grabbed her sleeves while shivering. He bit his lips and looked at Xiu.
"What's wrong?" Shen Yanxiao looked at the little golden dragon and asked softly.
The little golden dragon trembled. "It hurts…"
Pain?
