At this moment, upon hearing Yan Xiaohu's words, the woman on the bed laughed even louder.
"Who am I? How could I be killed so easily? Time flies so fast, it's been decades. When I first saw you, you were splashing me with black dog blood. Now, from the looks of you, your skills have improved?" the woman said.
Yan Xiaohu couldn't help but touch his nose awkwardly and said, "That was just messing around. But it seemed to work pretty well on you back then. Now, things are different. I've joined a sect and have a good master, good senior brothers and sisters. Oh, and this is my junior brother, along with a bunch of my brothers."
Yan Xiaohu quickly pulled Zhou Qing to the bedside.
"Oh, what a handsome young man!" The woman looked seductive.
Zhou Qing smiled awkwardly.
He didn't know whether to greet her or not. What was this thing anyway?
An acquaintance or an evil spirit?
