Yang Ruxin sighed helplessly and flicked Xiaolun on the head, "Alright, I don't blame you anymore."
Xiaolun immediately perked up its head and shook it vigorously, hissing earnestly as if making a promise.
Seeing this, Xiaoyin, the little silver snake, suddenly also shot up Yang Ruxin's arm.
Yang Ruxin was startled and held her arm awkwardly, not daring to move, "What's going on here?"
Gu Qingheng stepped forward, but seeing the little silver snake hadn't bitten anyone, he didn't intervene.
Xiaolun anxiously hissed continuously.
"Is this your wife?" Yang Ruxin's eyes nearly popped out, "You've really got it made..." Then she burst into laughter, "No wonder you didn't kill in the ancient tomb, you had your eye on her, didn't you?"
