"Senior Brother?"
Ning Xiang looked at Su Lang, who had grown much thinner, and her heart jolted hard.
Su Lang gazed at the girl before him. She had been missing for eight whole days, and searching for her had nearly driven him mad.
The air was bitterly cold, the icy wind raging, yet the moment Su Lang saw her, the blood in his heart surged and boiled.
He swept her into his arms.
If only I could fold her into my heart.
Enveloped in her Senior Brother's crisp, clean scent, Ning Xiang pressed her little face against his shoulder and breathed deeply.
[Senior Brother smells so good!]
[His embrace is so warm and safe, too!]
[His heart is beating so fast!]
[When I get back, I'm going to make a Senior Brother with the Paper Spirit Art and cuddle him to sleep!]
Ning Xiang chattered away in her head.
Su Lang stiffened, then slowly released Ning Xiang. He checked her over and, finding her uninjured and her complexion rosy, finally felt reassured.
"Let's go back," Su Lang said softly.
Ning Xiang studied Su Lang's handsome features. Why does Senior Brother's face look a little red? She nodded obediently. "Okay."
Little Nine bit its wing. Master, haven't you forgotten something?
Yu Tingchao was locked in a hair-pulling fight with an ice-blue qilin. He called out with difficulty, "Senior Sister... help... help me..."
Ning Xiang did not hear him. She was about to leave with her Senior Brother.
Just then, the Thunder Qilin charged out, opened its mouth, and spat out a ball of lightning, trying to strike Ning Xiang dead.
It happened too quickly. Su Lang pulled Ning Xiang against his chest and took the Thunder Qilin's attack with his back.
"Senior Brother!" Ning Xiang grabbed Su Lang's arm.
Su Lang