Song Yan suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.
An Li shivered, lowering her head.
Song Yan laughed heartily, gesturing with his hand, "Come here."
An Li sat at the edge of the bed, her body trembling.
Song Yan patted her hair and sighed, "Silly girl, I don't blame you, it's just that you've never really seen the world clearly. If you did, you should understand that I'm not scary."
An Li hung her head, "Sorry, it's because I'm too stupid..."
Song Yan said, "I'm the one who's at fault; I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. Alright, you've been busy all day, go take a rest."
"Yes, master..."
An Li hesitated to speak, then turned and left, quietly closing the wooden door behind her.
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Time flew by, and a year later, Song Yan was mostly sure that Vilampu and the Nine-Child Demon Mother had likely left. This was expected, after all, the latter couldn't possibly clash directly with the entire Ancient Race.
