"Which rascal!"
A sharp shout echoed from the courtyard.
Then a woman dressed in fiery red appeared in the courtyard.
The fiery red clothes she wore were made from the fur of some animal, resembling modern fur clothing, and it looked utterly soft.
Chuzheng: "..."
Damn!
Hold it in!
Hong Jiu squinted, eyeing Chuzheng, then laughed after a moment, "A Phoenix? Rare guest."
Hong Jiu's attire wasn't much different from the other beasts outside, just that her fiery red beast fur added a touch of allure and charm to her.
Chuzheng: "..."
All the bosses in the world know me, yet I don't know them.
"I heard you can heal." Chuzheng restrained her urge to touch the fur and maintained a serious tone.
"I can't." Hong Jiu leaned bonelessly against the frame in the courtyard, her snow-white long legs crossed, long and straight, with red soft fur brushing over her thighs, tempting.
Chuzheng's foot landed on the fallen door plank, and it shattered upon impact.