These words made one's blood run cold.
A light sentence came from afar and it was like a demonic sound piercing through one's ears, causing a chill to run down Fu min's back.
It gave off the feeling that he was being stared at by a cold and sticky animal.
Fu Shang subconsciously clenched fan Xiu's hand and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly turned around and looked at the source of the voice.
What she saw was the little girl she had met before.
Fu Shang:
The monk's clean, snow-white fingers were clenched. There was a flash of uneasiness between his brows. His intuition told him that he should not have such physical contact with a female demon.
However, Fu min's reaction was not ambiguous at all. She was only holding his hand out of pure fear. If he acted too unnaturally, it would seem like he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Fan Xiu was in a dilemma.
