"Ying~" Xiaoyan clung to the slender fingers of Yang Qingqing, constantly cooing coyly, but did not win Yang Qingqing's favor.
Compared to the Heterochromatic Demon Pets, Yang Qingqing was clearly more concerned about Du Yu.
Watching her frown slightly, one hand reached for Du Yu's right cheek, where there was an obvious whip mark, now a patch of bruises.
As Yang Qingqing's fingers touched the bruise, Du Yu couldn't help but grimace, "Hmm."
"It seems your talent is quite good." As she spoke, Yang Qingqing's fingertips glowed with a faint radiant glow, gently applying it to Du Yu's cheek.
Amazingly, the bruises gradually faded away. It was unknown which Demon Skill from Yang Qingqing's Demon Pet caused this, but it was really practical.
Du Yu enjoyed the strange sensation from Master Qing's fingertips and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"
"If you were dull and your combat level insufficient, the Firethorn Tree would not hit you hard."
