Chapter 591 Father of Sentient Beings

Logan had no choice but to take a deep sigh.

"Ah, fine, there is really no dealing with you, I'll have to carry you on my back."

As he spoke, he put the person on his back, steadying them securely.

"Hold on tight, if you carelessly fall off, I won't be responsible."

He didn't forget to lean over and say this to Little Fox, but Little White didn't utter a sound.

Since lying on that solid back, she had become drowsy, the effects of the alcohol wearing off, and she leaned directly on Logan's shoulder.

Seeing her so heavily intoxicated, Logan didn't wait for any reply from her.

"Alas, I guess I owe you one."

He felt perhaps he had owed Little White in a past life to have her as an ancester.

Carrying Little White, Logan walked step by step towards home.

On the road, his gaze suddenly paused, and his expression changed.

"Who's there? Come out."

After a moment, a breeze blew, rustling the leaves.

A figure suddenly descended from the sky, amid a shower of peach blossoms.