Xiao Hua looked at the man floating in mid-air, exuding a sacred majesty.
Then silently shifted its gaze away.
In the past, because its Host was too well-behaved.
It was afraid the Host would be deceived by others.
However, after witnessing these one or two Main Gods.
It felt that, although its Host had not seen much of the outside world, she had a mature mind.
As long as she was well-guided, she would definitely become more excellent in the future.
After all, not every Main God can achieve this.
Look at this one, a Main God with the mind of an eight-and-a-half-year-old, in a body of several thousand years.
Who could have imagined that?
If its Host were like this...
Xiao Hua hastily brushed aside its horror movie-like thoughts.
Su Yan spoke again.
"You can leave."
"Okay."
In an instant, the figure of the Nightmare disappeared without a trace.
Lying in bed, Feng Rong gradually calmed down.
At least his body was no longer tense.
