"Let go!" Ji Xiangyue shouted at Shi Hao.
"You let go." Shi Hao smiled, "Grabbing someone's foot, isn't it smelly and dirty?"
Of course Ji Xiangyue found it distasteful, but at such a moment, what did it matter if she did? There was no way she could let go.
The two of them were once again in a stalemate.
Just then, Feng Zhe slowly woke up.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing—damn!
Feng Zhe suddenly discovered that he had been lifted up, and not alone, his hands and feet were held by one person each.
Wait, those two people are Shi Hao and Ji Xiangyue.
Huh, what happened?
Feng Zhe's memory was still stuck at the process of entering the valley, after which Ji Xiangyue's sorcery had been strengthened to the extreme, and he naturally lost self-awareness. Now, Ji Xiangyue was busy fighting Shi Hao and had not been controlling him, so he regained his senses.
