A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out.
Severe inner strength injury.
Around them, the five recently arrogant disciples of the Feiyan Sect were all lying on the ground, leaving only wails.
Feng Zhi's eyes were nearly glittering as she looked at Su Gu.
In an instant, she hugged Su Yan's arm.
"Miss, is this your brother?"
Su Yan remained silent, trying to pull her arm back.
But Feng Zhi held on tightly, and she couldn't pull it out even after a long time.
She responded with a sound.
"Mm."
Feng Zhi hurriedly asked,
"Then, how old is your brother? What's his name?"
"Su Gu, this year he is..."
She initially wanted to say over a thousand years old.
Realizing she couldn't say that age, Su Yan asked,
"How old do you think he looks?"
Feng Zhi extended her hand.
"Ten? Eleven?"
Su Yan nodded.
"Mm, eleven."
Feng Zhi looked at Su Gu, her heart almost melting.
"Your little brother is so cute. Can he call me 'sister'? Can I be his honorary sister?"
