"Heh ah."
White vapor spilled from the corner of Hu Yun's mouth, and a blurred, ferocious fox visage surfaced on his face. As he sped through the air, he shot a vicious glare in Mihuang's direction. That wretch actually dared to boast so shamelessly, dared to compare himself to Mister Ji—he truly did not know life from death.
Yet no matter how furious he was, Hu Yun did not dare linger. He knew he was no match for the other party. As long as he could escape with Sun Yiqiu and She Ji, once they returned and reported this wretch's deeds, Mister Ji would not even need to act—Lord Lu would definitely tear the wretch apart and devour him alive.
They were moving so quickly that Mihuang could no longer be seen behind them, and that oppressive feeling seemed to fade with him. Sun Yiqiu finally let out a heavy breath of relief, while She Ji remained tense.
Hu Yun released his grip and wrapped the two of them in magical power, helping them fend off the gale that battered their faces as they flew at high speed.
"How are you two? Feeling better?"
"Much better! This is the first time I've felt warm since becoming a ghost!"
Sun Yiqiu felt wonderful now. He practically had the illusion that he was still alive, and he could feel even more clearly the delicate skin and warm body temperature of the woman pressed close beside him.
In truth, Sun Yiqiu's feeling was not far from reality. At this moment, the primordial vitality of the Fire Jujube was nourishing his Ghost Body, producing yang from yin. He was practically one of the living dead, and everything he had felt during this period was no different from a living person's sensations.
She Ji still