Shen Shaomiao's delicate and charming face was clouded with uncertainty.
She held her fist poised two feet in front of Chu Xisheng, ready to strike with just a thought.
Yet, Shen Shaomiao hesitated to make a decision.
Indeed, as Chu Xisheng had said, by coming here, she couldn't shake off the suspicion.
At that moment, angered gods wouldn't need any evidence.
Jidu, the Lord of Ten Thousand Disasters, would not miss this opportunity.
He had always sought to collect various disastrous powers, even resorting to insidious plots against his ally, Luo Hou, tens of millions of years ago.
Shen Shaomiao hid in the Mortal World to avoid this person.
Once she offended the gods, Jidu would have no reservation to act against her.
At this moment, on Chu Xisheng's shoulder, Little Flat Head frowned, baring its teeth at Shen Shaomiao, who wanted to punch Chu Xisheng, eyes wary.
Bai Xiaozhao, however, shook his head, signaling Little Flat Head to calm down.
