Thirty-three, there is a female ghost on Changli Mountain.
Penerjemah: 549690339
Seeing Sangmo's hesitation, Chishui Huang quickly said, "You could use a shrinking spell."
Honestly, his clothes were so thick that Sangmo indeed was tempted, "How could I impose."
She said she felt awkward, but her hands honestly shrank the clothes down to her size.
Once the clothes fit her better, they indeed felt warmer. Sangmo, pleased, lifted the corners of her mouth and patted Chishui Huang on the shoulder, "Then I must thank my junior brother."
This was the first time Sangmo had taken the initiative to call Chishui Huang junior brother.
Chishui Huang's heart blossomed with joy, and he forgot whatever Sangmo said afterward, only vaguely remembering something about a "female ghost" and "eating people"...
He let Sangmo leave him halfway and went back on his own.
As he watched Sangmo walk away, the shoulder she had patted felt tingly.
What did senior sister say just now?
The autumn wind, carrying with it rustling leaves, blew by, making Chishui Huang shiver.