When he saw Qiann Yan not answering, instead staring at the top of his head, he quickly reached up to touch it. The moment he felt the handkerchief, his face twisted.
"Next time, you don't need to wrap such a handkerchief for me."
The fragrance made him sleepy, unable to concentrate on cultivation.
Qiann Yan: "Hurry up and set up the array, put some demonic Qi in it."
Such a small blade of grass, but quite fierce.
Such a short temper!
Mo Yuhuai ran into the illusory Immortal Grass Garden, still clutching the handkerchief. He originally intended to throw it aside casually, but thought it inappropriate, and eventually stuffed it into his chest.
Later, when he leaves, he will return it to that little grass.
Half an hour later, Mo Yuhuai came out from inside, his expression somewhat joyous, indicating he must have set up quite a few demon arrays inside.
"How many people in the Heavenly Realm know about your grievance with the Heavenly Emperor?" Qiann Yan asked.
