Song Yan's fingers moved slightly, a thread of blood seeped out, and then he slowly traced the Blood Slave Ancient Talisman on his forehead again, smiling and saying, "All right, all right, let's just treat it as a dream."
After a long while, the flying palanquin opened.
An Li transformed into a streak of rainbow light, shooting towards the direction of Gusha Mountain.
Song Yan watched her leave, feeling a sense of laziness over his body and mind momentarily.
He simply couldn't turn back anymore.
Perhaps an evil person should indeed be paired with equally evil people.
Even if little An Li tries her best to change her will, she can't truly get along with a demon head like him.
