"Ying~" Xiaoyan clung onto Yang Qingqing's slender fingers, whining and acting cute, but still failed to win Yang Qingqing's favor.
Compared to the heterochromatic demon pets, Yang Qingqing was clearly more concerned about Du Yu.
She frowned slightly and reached out to touch Du Yu's right cheek, where there was a very obvious whip mark, now bruised and swollen.
As Yang Qingqing's fingers touched the bruise, Du Yu couldn't help but grimace, "Mm."
"Seems like your talent's pretty decent." As she spoke, little wisps of glow bloomed at Yang Qingqing's fingertips, gently rubbing over Du Yu's cheek.
Magically, the bruise actually started to fade away. Who knows which demon pet's skill from Yang Qingqing achieved this—it was seriously handy.
Du Yu enjoyed the strange sensation at Master Qing's fingertips and asked doubtfully, "Why do you say that?"
"If you were dumb and your combat skills were lacking, the Firethorn Tree would never have gone that hard on you."
