Li Xiaoyao stared blankly at the beauty of Nie Xiaoqian, as if she was a Heavenly Immortal, before he coughed softly and averted his gaze.
No matter whether Nie Xiaoqian was human or ghost, staring at someone else's woman like that was ultimately impolite.
"Xiaoqian, you rest here for a while, I'll come find you later," Li Xiaoyao touched his nose, trying to relieve his own embarrassment, and said softly.
Nie Xiaoqian nodded slightly, and said, "If the young master is busy, Xiaoqian will wait quietly here for him."
"Mm," Li Xiaoyao felt that he could no longer chat with Nie Xiaoqian. This woman seemed to possess some kind of strange charm; his mind was always affected by her unknowingly.
Li Xiaoyao picked up Master Mo, sensed for a while, and found that Master Mo was only frightened into fainting, without any serious harm to his body.
Outside the shop, several people looked nervously at the pitch-black interior.
