After being roasted for a while, Qing He signaled that it was enough.
Only then did Xiao Yan withdraw his flames, leaving her sitting there with white smoke curling above her head, dizzily stabilizing her cultivation. He glanced at Qing Lin, who sat cross-legged on White Fang's shoulder with her arms around White Fang's head, and smiled.
Seeing that Xiao Yan had finished, Qing Lin gave a soft huff and muttered a little, folding her arms across her chest. "Young Master Xiao Yan hasn't coaxed Qing Lin yet~"
"You still need coaxing? Women really are troublesome. Forget it, then..."
Xiao Yan stretched his waist and teased her, but headed straight off into the distance.
Qing Lin immediately panicked, jumping down from White Fang's shoulder to chase Xiao Yan. Beside him, she acted cute and made faces, trying to bring him around. "Ah, Young Master Xiao Yan, you don't actually need to coax me. Does what you said earlier still count? You have to come to Qing Lin's room tonight~"
"Mm, my back's a little sore..." Xiao Yan rolled his neck.
Qing Lin hurried after him, gently pounding his back with her little fists.
"My lower back, too..."
"Young Master Xiao Yan, are you suffering from deficiency?"
Xiao Yan: "Shut up!!!" (ferocious and furious)
As the two figures slowly departed, the Seven-Colored Little Bird circling overhead also landed, transforming into a graceful figure. Feng Qing'er glanced at White Fang, and the two faced off, neither yielding an inch.
"Hmph, you shameless bird. I was here first, and when it comes to speed, you're nowhere near me," White Fang said.
"You stinking snake, with your talent, you'd never have advanced to Dou Zong in this lifetime if our lord hadn't given you a Transformation Pill. Five-Star Dou Zong is already your limit