The night spread, cold mist surged up.
Bai Zhi'er huddled by the campfire, the wood Feng Fuce had picked was almost burned out.
She shivered and fished out that little dried fish from her inner pocket.
"Can I eat it?" she asked Feng Fuce.
This was offered to him by the Little Cat Demon.
But she was a bit hungry.
Also afraid that if she kept not eating, the baby in her belly would suffer.
Feng Fuce lifted his cool, thin eyes to glance at her: "Immortal Body, even if you don't eat, nothing will happen."
As he spoke, he leaned forward half an inch, nearing Bai Zhi'er, his deep eyes filled with inquiry.
"Bai Zhi'er, I am very curious, your Immortal Body never accepted a trace of Demonic Qi before, why this time did you fall into the water unconscious, yet able to endure one strike of my Mana?"
When she was first pulled from the water, her lips lacked any color, even her breathing was faint, she was practically lifeless!
