Godmother had said that in the human world, there were women with delicate faces, pure eyes, and always speaking and doing things with an extremely innocent look, but they did not understand anything.
They all had a common name.
The White Lotus in the human world.
He wanted her to be careful.
Godmother was right.
"The human world's routine is deep, really deep." Little Lulu sighed. How was she going to survive as a weak little girl?
He could only ...
He could only secretly twist off their heads.
At night.
Jiang huailu's soul left his body and stood on the long Street of the barren capital. The excitement of the new year in huangdu had yet to die down, and Xixi was still mumbling about how lively it was.
Because the hall of salvation was enough to protect the entire barren city, the people could also go out at night.
It was a rare sight in the barren capital that was brightly lit.
