Perhaps it was a matter of size.
Compared to Miss Mu, the woman in his arms was slightly larger.
He couldn't quite get a full grasp with one hand.
Xia Feng had never noticed before, but beneath the sacred attire lay grandeur and vastness.
Perhaps this was the broad-mindedness befitting a deity.
It truly startled him.
However, for some reason, Xia Feng also felt a chill.
As if a harsh winter had abruptly set in, his heart pounded wildly.
Evil Dragon Miss's slender shoulders, which had been shivering slightly, suddenly relaxed.
Just as Xia Feng was about to say something, Disi's commanding and indifferent voice made his heart tense up directly, "My believer, your Chuyang has dissipated, you are now impure."
Xia Feng's breath hitched. How could this be? Evil Dragon Miss could tell?!
This was the end...
