Suddenly!
A powerful hand with distinct joints supported her.
Zhi'er steadied herself with Feng Fuce's strength.
"You can't even hold onto something properly?" Feng Fuce looked at her coldly.
Zhi'er lowered her dark eyes, her lips pale: "I'm exhausted."
"So fragile." Feng Fuce sneered.
Despite his words, he took everything from Zhi'er's arms.
Then, he walked ahead while Zhi'er followed closely behind him.
Seeing Feng Fuce becoming the laborer, even Zhu Yan's group was surprised.
Didn't Lord Demon say that he would torment this Heavenly Dao thoroughly?
How could he not resist offering help again!
Zhi'er was quietly adjusting her breath.
Suddenly, Feng Fuce asked from the front: "Did you see it just now?"
Zhi'er snapped back to reality: "Hmm? See what?"
"See the enthusiasm of the demons, proving that besides you, there are others who admire me."
Her words left her stunned.
Subsequently, Zhi'er silently lowered her head: "Hmm..."
