The deceased pet, that dead fox, was really annoying, petty-minded, with an overly strong jealousy, but Xue Qiu grudgingly thought he was still a passable good pet, although definitely not as good as Lord Xue Qiu himself.
Xue Qiu put his hands on his hips; this was the first time he was so confident against the dead fox.
Suddenly, without any known reason, Xue Qiu shrank his body, instinctively moving closer to Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan.
Xue Qiu curled up beside Bai Chuwei, grasping her skirt with his two fluffy little hands, feeling a bit anxious, he whispered: "Ancestor, why does this feel so strange to me?"
Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan exchanged a glance, the smile in Bai Chuwei's eyes gradually fading.
Strange?
Because—
Bloodline suppression.
The chilling wind passed, carrying with it a thousand tiny rustling sounds, getting closer and closer.
