"I know you won't, because you are Zhou Leng's friend. Zhou Leng's friends won't hate me, right?"
Rao Mingxian still remained silent.
Zhang Xiaoxiao rested her right hand against the wall, slightly raised her left arm, stretched out her crimson index finger, and pointed at that Magic Spirit Bag.
"Help me deliver the Headless God to Zhou Leng. If possible…"
Zhang Xiaoxiao paused, wiped the corner of her mouth with a wave of her hand, using only her index finger to gently wipe.
But blood kept oozing from the corner of her mouth, frothing with bubbles.
Her index finger couldn't clean it, so she used her entire left hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, smearing half her face with blood.
The blood slowly dripped down her chin.
"Really, can't seem to finish wiping…" Zhang Xiaoxiao murmured softly, without a hint of complaint.
In the end, she let her hand go, allowing the blood to flow from the corner of her mouth.
