That afternoon, Xiu was about to be resurrected, but he did not let Shen Yanxiao watch the whole process. He only asked Shen Yanxiao to put his body on the bed and then asked her to leave the room and wait outside the door.
Shen Yanxiao stood nervously by the door, not knowing where to put her small hands.
"Why don't Xiu let me see him resurrect? Is it dangerous to resurrect? Can he handle it alone? Should we wait for the Dragon God and Brother Siyu to come and protect him?" Shen Yanxiao was extremely nervous and her small mouth kept talking.
Tang Nazhi, who stood on one side, speechlessly looked at Shen Yanxiao who was so nervous that she was incoherent. He pressed her swaying head.
"Xiaoxiao!"
"Ah?"
"Calm down."
"…"
