Encounter
Redakteur: Atlas Studios
The night sky gradually faded into a deep blue. When the first faint morning light appeared in the distant sky, the night passed.
In the dilapidated temple.
"Hiss!" Feng Xiao rubbed the back of his dizzy head and moved his stiff neck. He felt that he had been hit twice last night, and the second time was very heavy.
Fortunately, he had taken a healing pill and the Yin energy in his body had been cleared. Although the wound on his chest was still very painful, it no longer affected his normal movements.
At this moment, he noticed that Han Zhao was sitting against the wall, only wearing his undergarment. Xu Ling was in his arms and sleeping soundly. Her body was still covered by his lake-blue coat.
"Shh!" Seeing that Feng Xiao was about to speak, Han Zhao gestured for him to keep quiet.
Feng Xiao stood up quietly, but he still woke Xu Ling up.