Ning Feiyan subconsciously touched her earlobe, where nothing remained; the Treasure Bead that had once hung there had long been taken by Mrs. Ning in the inn and personally placed upon the ear of the filth demon.
"I'll snatch it back for you," he said.
Ning Feiyan twirled a damp lock of hair that had fallen onto her earlobe around her fingertip, rolling it into a twist. For some reason, her throat, which had just taken in water, felt as if it had been stuffed with a fuzzy mass, making it somewhat difficult for her to breathe, leaving her irritable and uncomfortable.
She pursed her lips, truly at a loss for how to respond to his words.
In the end, they found the fleeing filth demon in a shallow brook.
She lay collapsed on the river stones, half of her body submerged in the water, her lips had already turned pale, and a heavy rain had washed out her originally dark blue complexion.
She still had a weak breath, her body cold, barely alive, but not yet dead.
