Randeng, Maitreya, and Guanyin's wariness did not escape Hun Xiu's notice. Hun Xiu said nothing.
He merely watched Randeng, Maitreya, and Guanyin. At that moment, the atmosphere between heaven and earth inexplicably became oppressive, oppressive to the extreme.
Hun Xiu touched his incomparably handsome face. He remembered that he was not ugly—he was supposed to be quite handsome.
So why were Randeng, Maitreya, and Guanyin so wary of him? Why did they even seem unable to bear looking directly at him?
Could it be that he was truly ugly? Ugly beyond measure?...
Hun Xiu said nothing, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth became oppressive at that moment, oppressive to the extreme.
Randeng, Maitreya, and Guanyin were also panicking like crazy inside, to the point that words could not describe it.
Invisible imaginings were the most deadly.
On top of their own wild speculations, their hearts grew heavy and their minds became extremely stifled.
Stifled to the extreme.
Their bodies even began to tremble faintly. Randeng was panicking like crazy at this moment, regret flooding his heart.
He regretted it to the extreme. If he could do it all over again, he would never have asked such a stupid question.
It was precisely because he had asked that stupid question that they had ended up in such a predicament and such danger. He regretted it.
Maitreya and Guanyin were likewise terrified to the extreme.
Hun Xiu's voice rang out at that moment, breaking the oppressive silence. Randeng, Maitreya, and Guanyin were slightly stunned, and their suspended hearts finally settled.
Hun Xiu said, "What? You don't want to take them away? Do you want them to stay here and be eaten?"
"If you want them to remain here and be eaten, then pretend I never said what I just said."