"Meow."
Seeming to feel the chill, the little creature jumped out from Yueyue's arms and burrowed back into Wang Hao's collar.
With Spiritual Power protecting Wang Hao, no matter how cold it was outside, his body temperature could still be maintained.
And compared to Xiaoyueyue, it seemed to prefer Wang Hao more.
"Let's go!"
Wang Hao greeted Bai Muran and drove away.
Watching the car gradually disappear, Bai Muran narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Wang Hao, just how strong are you? That slash on Maoshan, can you still deliver it?"
Bai Muran is an extremely ambitious person.
In this chaotic world, he also fantasized about achieving great feats and reaching the pinnacle.
His strength was also formidable; in the battle at Maoshan, he had witnessed Wang Hao's tactics.
Setting aside that suffocating slash, he felt that he wasn't much weaker than Wang Hao.
As time passed, he felt that he could catch up to and even surpass Wang Hao.
