Spiritual Transformation

After wiping away his sweat, Wei Suo looked at the two Desolate God Slaves, obedient as good children, and said with a face on the verge of tears, "In the female Desolate God Slave's palm, there are only two Spiritual Herbs. One is an emerald-green spiritual grass covered in oval leaves, while the other is completely crimson, crystal-clear on the outside, like a section of red candle. But both of these Spiritual Herbs give off a rich fragrance, and most importantly, neither is a water-elemental Spiritual Herb." "Husband, Yan and Li are smiling—they're smiling!" Shui Ling'er suddenly cried out in disbelief, covering her mouth. Wei Suo and the others were utterly stunned as well. They too saw that, upon hearing Wei Suo's "tearful complaint," the corners of the two Desolate God Slaves' mouths were twitching slightly. To be honest, such expressions were extremely strange; on anyone else's face, they could not be described as smiles at all. Yet in Wei Suo and the others' eyes, they all felt that the two Desolate God Slaves seemed happy because Wei Suo had called them "Yan" and "Li." For a time, no one could bring themselves to speak. "Yan, these two things are for me. Then who are the two things in Li's hand for?" Only after quite a while did Wei Suo recover and ask the pair of Desolate God Slaves, who had been holding hands all along. The female and male Desolate God Slaves did not move or speak for a moment. But suddenly, the female Desolate God Slave's outstretched hand shifted slightly toward Han Weiwei and the Witch God Woman. This undoubtedly gave the impression of someone witless, whose mind was always half a beat slow, yet Wei Suo and the others had no desire to laugh. "Yan, Li, do