"Human, what's wrong?" Yu Jin, the Golden Lightning Mythical Dragon, asked in a puzzle tone.
"Xuexue, how are you?" Mo Mo didn't know when to appear. He stood on her shoulder and asked in concern.
He wanted to shout, 'Wow, brother dragon, you're very stunning and sexy.' But when he noticed her pale face, he swallowed back his words, and all his attention was caught on her.
The men in the Paradise Space frowned. Xue'er's condition was very weird. They must pay attention to what made her sick like this.
Ma Wenye's eyebrows furrowed. Le Yang's face was covered in gloom. They were powerless to save her and could only bury themselves in the piles of books to search for something related to her condition.
"I'm good." Xiu Wanxue wiped blood from her nose and shook her head.
What did she see? The picture wasn't clear yet, but the feeling it gave was real. Nonetheless, she didn't remember what she saw.
