As she spoke, she glanced at Xigou, her eyes carrying a hint of provocation.
This performance of hers completely overshadowed Xigou, putting him down in an instant.
"You damn..."
Xigou was speechless, unable to contain a sense of agitation.
The next moment!
A figure swiftly flew over, stopping a hundred meters away.
Fang Zhixing and the two beasts took a closer look and found that it was a handsome young man with skin as pale as paper, wearing a blood-red robe, exuding an eerie aura.
"I am Han Yeshang, greetings to you, Fellow Daoist."
The pale-faced young man cupped his hands, grinning slightly, exposing two sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth.
Looking closely, one would notice a faint trace of blood light deep in his pupils.
This appearance, the more you looked at it, the more it resembled a vampire.
Fang Zhixing frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Han, hiding here, what advice do you have?"
