Bai Zhi'er was taken aback.
Feng Fuce spoke with a heavy tone, "When I saw them, my first thought was that I must deal with those evil spirits as soon as possible. I don't want you to fall into such danger."
"So, Bai Zhi'er," he took her hand, "can you not go?"
What would hundreds of evil spirits be like when they see the spiritual energy-filled Little Heavenly Dao?
Feng Fuce could already imagine.
It would definitely be like when he first saw Bai Zhi'er.
Drawn irresistibly by her aura of fortune, involuntarily getting closer.
He possessed reason, so he didn't harm her.
But those evil spirits would only ruthlessly tear apart the food they wanted to devour.
Even with Bai Zhi'er's powerful mana, buried beneath hundreds of evil spirits, Feng Fuce shuddered at the mere thought of it, wanting to flatten the mountain to the ground.
Just as Feng Fuce was filled with worry, Bai Zhi'er suddenly opened her arms and gently embraced him.
He was startled.
