Xin Lin rubbed a few times, then suddenly felt a cool breeze above her head. Little Guihu was expressionless, staring at her.
Uh, that look in his eyes, to be honest, it really does resemble Gui Hu.
Embarrassed, Xin Lin withdrew her hand.
But just as she was about to retract her hand, the previously motionless Little Guihu suddenly stretched out his.
She saw him throw a punch, Xin Lin's complexion changed, and she leaped aside with a bounce.
But she saw Little Guihu with a tense, handsome little face, suddenly lifting his hand to a position between his abdomen and stomach, which was the location of the Dantian.
He took a long breath, Xin Lin's eyes deepened, and she saw a mass of vague black energy continuously coiling within Little Guihu's Dantian.
His hands, with fingers clenched into fists, slowly swung out.
Looking at his feet again, the stepping pattern formed a semi-circle.
