"No... nothing," Liu Xiu said hurriedly. Her voice was hoarse.
Her blushing face became even redder with embarrassment.
Click!
The door opened.
Xu Fang stared at Liu Xiu with wide eyes.
Liu Xiu, who was usually very lively, had a strange expression on her face.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm okay..."
"Are you sick? Why is your face so red?"
"I'm not sick!"
"What's the matter? You're not usually like this," Xu Fang continued to press her.
"Ah, just ignore me." Liu Xiu stomped her feet angrily.
On the third floor, Li Mu studied the roll of animal skin parchment he was holding.
He had spent half a day in the study writing his calligraphy.
"Sigh! Why do I feel like something's not right these days?"
He sent his divine consciousness out and made two rounds in the surrounding villages.
In particular, he observed the refugees who had recently entered the village.
