The next day, Qin Huai, like a dragon or tiger, crawled up from the bed. His peerless golden blood restored the white dragon and his physique.
Looking at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, Qin Huai felt as if there was something on his shoulders.
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"Brother-in-law, do you want to rest for half a day before setting off?" Li Buhu followed beside Qin Huai, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"No need, this is nothing." Qin Huai's tone was calm.
In the early spring, the two great blood refinement martial artists were still wrapped tightly. They quickly walked out of the city gate.
"We're heading to September Hook, which used to be the base camp of wild cultivators and refugees. Foreigners who are plagued by demons and monsters can't enter the city or can't survive in the city, so they go to September Hook.
