Su Nanzhi was different, she had perfected the skill of not showing her joy openly.
Right now, Little Taomu was sleeping in her arms, and Su Nanzhi had not yet withdrawn her spiritual power.
Spiritual power was something she never lacked; it was just that her body simply couldn't endure that much spiritual power. Sometimes, she even needed to disperse some of it on her own.
Transferring it to Little Taomu was roughly the same principle.
This spiritual power gradually normalized the little friend's complexion.
At least it wasn't so abnormally red anymore.
He even smacked his lips, probably seeing something delightful in his dream.
At this moment, he smelled milky and sweet, making it hard to associate him with the ferocity he exhibited as a sword.
In the early part of the journey, Xiao Shurui, the little friend, slept alone; in the latter part, Su Nanzhi held the little friend and they slept together.
