Lingji did not dare to disobey Jiu Qu's words, but doubt filled his heart.
Yi Cun was different.
It barked furiously at Chuzheng with a burst of 'woof woof woof.'
Chuzheng glanced over, her eyes cold as if Yi Cun was already a dead dog.
"Yi Cun," Lingji called out: "Be quiet."
Yi Cun: "..."
Grieved.
Its owner was actually not helping it, but helping this little thief!
They returned to the place they had been yesterday. Two bloody corpses remained on the ground, while the Demon Butterflies and the others were nowhere to be seen.
Chuzheng was a bit disappointed, as among those corpses was not that woman.
Lingji could not see, but he could smell the blood and the elements that were about to dissipate.
Faced with such a scene, Jiu Qu's childish face displayed no particular expression.
Her attention drifted towards Chuzheng from time to time.
She seemed to want to understand what exactly the relationship between her and their Family Head was.
