Upon hearing Li Huowang's response, the forked tongue slowly retracted into the blood-drenched maw beneath the red veil. The mouth, full of sharp teeth, curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
Lying in the bed, Second God edged closer to Li Huowang, who was holding Bai Lingmiao. The three of them lay on the same bed, and no one said another word. The room finally fell silent.
As expected, Li Huowang overslept the next day, but fortunately, no one was pursuing them anymore.
"Brother Li, here." A bowl of milky white liquid was presented to the mobility-impaired Li Huowang.
"What's this?" Li Huowang noticed white chunks floating inside.
"It's sheep milk with milk curds. I heard from Baolu that in Qingqiu, drinking a lot of sheep milk helps people with injuries recover faster."
