In the northern Erliu Mountain, countless mutant beasts revere him as king, a figure whom even countless powerful people cannot deal with, resembling a child but possessing formidable battle prowess.
At this moment, with his head being tousled by a woman with no cultivation, he was pulled along without any resistance.
If Li Xiaobao, Mo Wu and others were to see this, they would undoubtedly be too shocked to speak—is this really the mysterious, even strange Hao they know?
Luo Qi's face bore an irresistibly sweet smile, even giving the illusion of a young girl.
Because Luo Qi found that she now had a perfectly legitimate reason to find Li Xiaobao without any sense of contrivance or discordance.
Simple things bring happiness.
Glancing at the little boy with a jade-like complexion being led by her hand, Luo Qi laughed and said, "Little rat, you haven't mentioned your parents yet. Where are they? How can they leave you alone?"
