Yan Xiaosi opened her eyes and realized that she was in her mother's arms. She began to look around for her father.
"Waah."
Daddy?
Yan Jiuchao was being pressed to the ground by the demon soul and rubbed against it. His posture was very indescribable. However, there was grass blocking them, so they could not see.
Yan Xiaosi was in a hurry to find her father. A breeze blew past, blowing the grass in the grass and entering the tip of Yan Xiaosi's nose. Yan Xiaosi's small body trembled. "Achoo!"
The grass was flattened to the ground by this huge energy. The Demon Soul was caught off guard and was sent flying with a whoosh.
The Demon Soul was stunned. What was going on? Why did he fly?
He didn't just fly. He even flew quite far, to Shui Yueqing's side.
