The Resurrection Demon Fruit

Under the earnest persuasion of Xu and the veiled threat from someone, the pomegranate and peony reluctantly departed, constantly looking back three times.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang watched as the figures of the two beasts gradually disappeared and praised, “Friend Xu, friend Lu, no wonder I feel such a connection with you both. You are more suitable to be disciples of the Beast Taming Sect than Zhou Cheng.”

Xu raised an eyebrow, “Why does your statement sound so awkward to me?”

If you want to compliment, just do so.

Why bring up the Beast Taming Sect?

Xiong Zhuangzhuang burst into laughter.

He found Xu to be quite interesting.

She was not like ordinary women, gentle and straightforward, with a witty way of speaking. Being around her made people feel at ease.

He genuinely regretted that she was not a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang’s laughter was infectious, causing Xu to involuntarily smile.