Zhao Xuanjing had gone to the tomb with her to catch ghouls. He must have gathered good karma from collecting the souls!
Even if his dragon energy was still leaking, it must be much stronger than before. With him by her side, his blood would be useful if she was possessed by the ghouls again.
Zhao Xuanjing dragged Xie Qiao up.
Xiao Yurong was still confused.
The wind... why did it stop just like that?
Just now... the scene of senior sister waving in the wind…
It should be made into a poem!
His brain was muddled and he had some inspiration. He did not care about it and immediately closed the doors and windows. He ground the ink, spread the paper and began to write.
Xie Qiao was playing chess with Zhao Xuanjing.
