The old man misunderstood Tu Yan, and now his gaze at Tu Yan was somewhat uncertain.
"Do you want that?"
Chuzheng leaned against Tu Yan's shoulder, asking him in a voice neither too light nor too heavy.
Tu Yan snapped out of it and glanced at Chuzheng.
The girl leaned against him naturally and casually, her hand passing through his arm, gently holding onto him, inexplicably intimate and ambiguous.
Tu Yan didn't know what Chuzheng was asking: "What?"
"The one in his hand." That Holy Artifact.
It looks really ugly.
It's made of bone too...
The last time Tu Yan went to the Teng Snake Clan, it was for this Holy Artifact.
He tightened his grip on Chuzheng's hand: "I heard the Holy Artifact of the Teng Snake Clan can foretell."
The Curse of the Teng Snake Clan on him couldn't be undone, maybe he could find something out from that Holy Artifact.
He just didn't expect, when he went looking for it, things would turn out that way.
"Then I'll snatch it for you," Chuzheng said.
