When Xiang Yu said this, sparks lit up in Tie Zhuzi's eyes. Having been stuck in the mountains for days without even a glimpse of the opposite sex, let alone a beauty, it seemed Xiang Yu knew his plight and wanted to put out his fire.
Immediately, Tie Zhuzi let out a sly chuckle, happy to the point that his drool was almost spilling out.
Xiao Xuan simply shook his head helplessly, his gaze toward Tie Zhuzi full of understanding, knowing that Tie Zhuzi's thoughts had strayed.
The three of them drove to the hotel, and by now it was half-past eight in the morning. Xiang Yu and his companions knocked on Cheng Bingbing's door, but there was no response from inside.
Xiang Yu's heart skipped a beat as well, wondering if she had been captured by the Evil God's people. Just as he was about to break down the door, the door of a room nearby suddenly opened.
A person emerged from the room, thin and fair-skinned with delicate features—it could only be Cheng Bingbing.
