"Goddess Xue Yin, what's wrong? Is it a heavenly flower?" Shen lang asked anxiously.
This breath, this body's high temperature, it's a little like heavenly flowers.
Goddess Xue Yin had saved his life. From the moment they entered the Qiang country, she had been protecting Shen lang and dumb.
After that, she met with King Qiang to ensure that he would not kill Shen lang.
Most importantly, Shen lang felt extremely close to her just by hearing her voice.
"It's not the heavenly flower." "Wait for a moment, it'll be done in a while," Xue Yin said.
"Alright," he said. Shen lang agreed obediently.
This was because the other party's voice seemed to have a gentle power that made people reluctant to resist.
Then, he sat in the dark.
A moment later, the fragrance in the air became even stronger, like fine wine.
However, goddess Xue Yin's voice became more and more painful. Even though she tried her best to suppress it, she still couldn't suppress the pain.
