The next day, Victor Shi no longer retreated and reappeared in front of the demon cultivators.
Leon Chen dazedly touched the bright red bruise on his neck, and then took out a mirror to dispel ghosts from the storage bag. He used the magic weapon as an ordinary bronze mirror, looking left and right, with a strange expression.
After the last time in the capital, Leon Chen decisively stuffed that memory into the corner of the mirage. He would never look at it when he had nothing to do. He relied on Victor Shi as a matter of course and had no influence.
The result was that Leon Chen was so clumsy last night, as if he was frightened, and didn't know where to put his hands, so he clung to Victor Shi resolutely. You can imagine how much he suffered.
He touched his eyes and found that the corners of his eyes were a little red, and then he closed them. When he opened them again, he was fine.
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