Thinking along those lines, what surprised Qin Xi even more was this: why had Masked Man been nowhere to be seen all this time?
Qin Xi kept turning it over in his mind, but to Qin Dao, Qin Xi had his hand on his pulse, his brows knitting tighter and tighter, as if he had run into some terribly difficult problem.
He merely sat there watching Qin Xi, but after a long while, Qin Xi's expression still did not change at all. Qin Dao looked at him with some doubt and said, "Could it be that there really is something seriously wrong with my body?"
Qin Dao's words abruptly broke Qin Xi's train of thought. After pulling himself back to reality, he looked at his own hand, still resting on Qin Dao's pulse, then looked at Qin Dao's puzzled expression and said to him, "No. I just thought of something earlier. I'm sorry for making you worry."
As he spoke, he withdrew his hand, then picked up the teacup and took a light sip. He felt that, from the looks of things, he would have to stay in the mortal world for some time.
Otherwise, Masked Man's plan would definitely be carried out bit by bit, and once he had a body of his own, things would become even more serious.
Qin Dao naturally had no idea why Qin Xi's expression had suddenly grown so grave, but he could not pry too much into someone else's privacy either. He simply sat there, staying by Qin Xi's side as the host.
As for Di Qun and Ao Xin, the two of them had long since gone off somewhere unknown.
Qin Xi sat there thinking to himself about why Masked Man wanted to occupy Qin Dao's body. But after considering it carefully,