"Little... Nian?"
Lin Xingshi suddenly froze in place. Unknowingly, the lion shadow around her slowly faded away.
But at this moment, behind her, a touch of fiery red flickered in the night. It was a braid. Since leaving Li Jing ten years ago, she braided her hair every day to avoid forgetting the boy who once braided it for her.
And now, the Tree Stump Demon retrieved the stumps it had set up in the wilderness. The surroundings suddenly became much emptier. Bai Tanlang and the Year Beast Monarch were now lying limp in a deep pit.
The Year Beast Monarch squinted its eyes, looking at the giant shadow protecting it. Threads of purple-red flames drifted in the air, like enchanting flowers sweeping over the wilds, with a thick metallic scent of blood carried by the sea breeze.
The Little Nian Beast lowered its head, panting, the clear moonlight spilling over the purple-red giant lion.
