"Elder, forcing a tough bully to eat a delicate cabbage doesn't suit your usual style, does it?"
Baili An recognized that the handkerchief was an extraordinary treasure. He quietly sniffed, trying to mimic others and squeeze out some tears, but as a corpse demon without tears, naturally, he couldn't produce any mucus either.
He was quite regretful and troubled when Li Jiujiu snorted. Being from a small place, she hadn't recognized that the embroidered cloud on the handkerchief was spiritually hidden.
Nor did she know what the embroidered immortal clouds symbolized. Proudly, she rubbed her nose red, copying Fang Geyu's manner, snatched the cloud handkerchief, and under the watchful eyes of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, she wiped it across her tiny nose.
The sound of her blowing her nose was indeed boldly pronounced.
