At that time, soon after her breakthrough, she had fallen to the level of ordinary humans and couldn't suppress the intense malevolence of Shou emerging from the coffin.
Her palms had almost, over those years, become covered in scars and bite marks, and she had no idea how many times she had been bitten before she successfully calmed Shou's emotions.
Fortunately, in his subconscious, Shou retained some memory of her, which prevented him from leaping out of the small coffin to bite her to death.
Even though they later got along harmoniously, it still took a whole hundred years to develop a tacit understanding.
But what's the deal with this little corpse demon?
Casually raising a deer for just eleven days had bred such rapport.
Yin Baishuang lowered her head to check her delicate embroidered shoes, wondering if she had stepped on a lemon.
Why did she feel a bit sour all of a sudden?
