Upon hearing Li Huowang's response, the bifurcated tongue slowly retracted into the bloodied maw hidden beneath the red veil, and the mouth full of sharp teeth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
Lying in bed, Second God edged closer to Li Huowang, who was holding Bai Lingmiao.
The three people lying in one bed remained silent, and finally the room quieted down.
As expected, Li Huowang overslept the next day, but fortunately, no one was pursuing them now.
"Brother Li, here." A bowl of milky white liquid was brought in front of Li Huowang who was incapacitated.
"What's this?" Li Huowang noticed that there were some white things floating in it.
"Sheep milk with soaked tofu, I heard Baolu say, in Qingqiu, it's good for quick recovery to drink a lot of sheep milk when injured."
Li Huowang took a big gulp from the bowl, it was neither tasty nor unpleasant, just simply not to his usual taste.
