"You two know each other?" XueYa's smile grew teeth, the shit-eating grin punchable.
Tu ShuYin wanted to smack the grin off the sorcerer's face with his detached arm, but thought better of it.
This man could save Sheng Hai.
And the white snake god - LiangLin? - now that one was a handful.
Even though Tu ShuYin wasn't that friendly with She LiangLin, he could sense the snake god's temperament from a mile away.
It was a miracle XueYa didn't walk around with a constant black eye or a bruising cheek. He certainly looked like he would get smacked by his lover - a lot.
"We have met," Sheng Hao said quietly as he walked towards the ice coffin, letting the cold air guide him forward.
XueYa trailed after him, ready to catch the old man if he tripped or slipped. He couldn't afford to deal with a broken hip from the old man Sheng when the young Sheng was already at the brink of death.
Now that would just be tragic.
