Xia Yi could not possibly squander Xia Hong's salary. After picking up a car and buying a phone, he stopped touching her wages.
These were basic necessities. Xia Yi could not fly back and forth over the city every day.
"Xia Hong must have gotten a raise." Looking at the balance on the card, Xia Yi muttered under his breath.
Very soon, he drove his new car to his destination. He was very lucky; he did not run into any traffic police checking licenses the whole way.
"You're back." Sensing Xia Yi's aura, a man and a woman appeared in front of him at once.
The man was tall and powerfully built, but his face was simple and endearing, without the slightest hint of ferocity.
The woman was likewise tall, her entire body giving off a scorching aura. Only, her face was covered by a hazy flame, and even Xia Yi could not see through it.
"You two didn't start fighting, did you?" Xia Yi looked at them. One was the Yellow Emperor's adopted daughter, and the other was Chi You's mount. Having them work together really had made things difficult for them.
Before this, Xia Yi had not dared let them meet, precisely because he was afraid they would suddenly start brawling.
Now it seemed his worries had been somewhat unnecessary.
"Do we look that incapable of knowing our limits?" Nuba glared at Xia Yi. She knew Xia Yi was mainly worried about her.
With the temperament of Iron-Eating Beast's race, the Battle of Zhuolu had probably long since been tossed to the back of their minds.
Nuba was different. In the Battle of Zhuolu, losing her appearance had been one thing, but she had gone from a lofty goddess to the Drought God who now symbolized disaster, tortured