381. The Past of Heyun
"Friend Song, you are using your own body as a bridge; it indeed has a bit of the flavor of Buddhism's practice of cutting flesh to feed eagles."
Yuan Xi watched as Song He couldn't finish in a short while, so she simply sat down with a flop, her Dao Robe spreading out on the ground, traces of weariness on her face.
Her eyes swept over the herd of cows and the Cattle Demon behind her, showing signs of tiredness.
Looking for a time-space rift is not an easy task.
Not to mention escaping under the tight surveillance of an array, while leading these creatures...
Thinking of this, Yuan Xi raised her eyes and looked at the Midnight Spirit Mouse that had run to Song He's side and was sitting obediently. She said with a sense of emotion:
"If it weren't for you, we would probably have been caught by now."
The Midnight Spirit Mouse seemed to sense that Yuan Xi was talking about it.