"Xu Xiaoshou!"
The Gray Mist Man's face turned green at once—if he even had a face.
He had known Xu Xiaoshou was watching this battlefield ever since the Fengdu Sword had rushed over to provide aid.
But what use was that?
What could he accomplish by hiding his head and concealing his tail?
After losing the aid of the Four Divine Pillars on Void Island, that brat could not even handle Rao Yaoyao, much less a little girl like Bei Bei. He needed Feng Yujin to act personally.
That sword strike just now had already been his limit. How could he dare bring his true body here and intervene in a real battlefield between a Demi-Saint and a Holy Emperor?
Yet who could have expected that, at his most bedraggled moment, when even Mo Mo had nearly lost all hope in him...
Xu Xiaoshou arrived for a hero's rescue! "What was this?"
Feng Yujin glanced sideways at Mo Mo.
Earlier, her gaze had been utterly dim, utterly disappointed—he did not even need to look to imagine it.
At this moment, Mo Mo was reserved by nature, yet as she looked at the young figure standing atop the coffin, there was a faint smile in her eyes and delight across her face.
She had never looked directly at him with such eyes before...
Feng Yujin's head was like a giant stewpot kicked over by some yellow-haired brat at a rolling boil. Meat paste, gravy, side dishes—every crooked, twisted thing burst out at once.
Yes, his emotions were this chaotic right now.
He could no longer put his extraordinarily complex thoughts and feelings into words. Facing that yellow... black-haired brat, he howled in collapse:
"Xu Xiaoshou, what are you doing here?"
Xu Xiaoshou lightly flicked his sword. Hidden Pain buzzed and wriggled