Tang Wenhuo and the others also arrived shortly after.
The bright red petals plucked from the withered vine were indeed like peculiar parasitic plants. Having fallen from the vine, they didn't lose their vitality and, carried by the wind, continued to fly towards a certain place.
Now the fresh red petals still fluttered around Tang Jin, trembling in the air with her 'violent' movements, trying to grasp any chance to merge back into the withered vine.
It looked very beautiful and quite picturesque, if one could ignore the shiny little head and her particularly brutal actions.
"Sister is so fierce," Liang Chao, who had cursed demons and ghosts a thousand times over for always targeting him, watched the little dust whisk waving crisply and decisively, "but I really like it!"
It feels so safe, doesn't it?!
"Why are there other people here?"
Yan Ziyu leaned on Cao Mengsheng's shoulder, looking like he couldn't stand due to his weakened state, and glanced around.
