Look at this tone, just now he was addressing with respect, and now there's a hint of command... Clearly aiming at the way he was reprimanding just now. How can this man's feelings be more fragile than a needle...
Piaomiao expressionlessly asked back, "If there's an illusion you can't decipher, do you need me to remind you?"
"No need, it would ruin the experience."
"Good."
The two quietly detoured and sneaked for a while, neither speaking again.
Clearly, they weren't doing anything, not even talking, but in broad daylight, the two quietly shuttled through the forest, tacitly avoiding the Illusion Beasts. For some reason, there was an inexplicable hint of a peculiar romantic affair, hard to describe.
Cui Yuanyang kept resting his cheeks in the sea of consciousness, always feeling the current scene in the mountains with these two had a familiar déjà vu.
