The Zuzi before me is unmistakably a real person!
Gu Jingyan suddenly realized, his pale face quickly turning bright red.
Had she, she, she heard his final confession when he was about to die?
The fantasies he admitted himself?
The skin on his neck, whitened from Nangong Mo's tight grip, turned increasingly red, whether from embarrassment or lack of oxygen, he couldn't tell.
He tried to speak, but his throat only produced unclear sounds: "Zuzi, hurry… hurry and leave… it's dangerous here…"
Behind him, Nangong Mo glanced back casually, his mocking gaze freezing instantly: "Golden Crow?"
The small crow revealing its massive bird form almost made him unable to believe his eyes.
Master and servant together, now that Golden Crow has appeared, Nuwa…
As his gaze moved slightly upwards, catching sight of Zuzi in a simple white dress, the hidden tide in his eyes could no longer be restrained: "It's you…!"
He had suspected and tested many times, the origins of Zuzi and Gu Qiusha.
