In the end, Jimo Xiubai still managed to bring Xue Fuyao and Jimo Yunqi to Blazing Sun Market. The two of them really could not-no, Jimo Yunqi could not withstand Jimo Xiubai's desperate pleading. Xue Fuyao had merely come along.
Throughout the journey, Xue Fuyao kept studying Jimo Xiubai with a very strange look. This was the first time she had ever seen someone cling to another person's leg and remain attached even while being swung back and forth.
Was this how brothers got along?
Xue Fuyao held a blue umbrella that completely blocked the scorching sunlight overhead. Just then, a burst of angry cursing suddenly came from nearby.
"Move, move! Out of the way! Get the fuck out of my way! Are you blind?"
The shouting kept coming from a short distance away, accompanied by the crack of a whip and people's startled cries.
Wooden wheels rolled over the ground with a heavy creaking that grated on the ears.
Hearing the commotion, Xue Fuyao looked toward its source and saw a convoy approaching. At its head was a dark-skinned, stubble-faced man with a fierce appearance. As he walked, the whip in his hand lashed out again and again, whistling through the air and frightening the people around him into scattering in all directions.
Only when the convoy drew near did Xue Fuyao see that it was escorting prison carts. Locked inside them were members of the Demon Race, all grievously wounded and barely clinging to life.
"To think they caught so many demons."
The people nearby immediately began discussing the demons when they saw them in the prison carts.
"Sir, do a lot of demons appear around Blazing Sun City?" Xue Fuyao asked curiously.
The man she addressed glanced at her. That single glance left him so dazzled that