Zhang Xu was so disoriented by the dark clouds that she soon lost consciousness.

When Zhang Xu woke up, she found herself lying on top of a large vat. The vat was pitch black and completely empty of water. Zhang Xu's throat was parched, and the bundle she was carrying had been swept away by the dark clouds. Little Mumu jumped off her shoulder, took a large leaf from its head, and fed it to Zhang Xu's mouth: "Xu Xu, drink some water!"

Zhang Xu was so moved she almost cried: "Mu Mu, you're so kind!"

Little Mumu tilted her head and grinned.

Zhang Xu looked around, wondering which courtyard she had fallen into and how she had gotten separated from the others. The city was pitch black, and she had no idea what time it was. As she moved, she stepped onto something soft.

We were just saying people got separated, and here we are!

Zhang Xu squatted down and saw Yan Chenghuan looking disheveled. Why were they being praised together?

Seeing his face covered in ash, Zhang Xu pulled out her sleeve and wiped it off while patting him, saying, "Yan Chenghuan! Hey! Yan Chenghuan! Wake up! Wake up!"

Zhang Xu's clothes were a bit rough. She wiped and patted Yan Chenghuan's face as she did so, and Yan Chenghuan's face was cleaned, but it was rubbed red. Yan Chenghuan looked much cuter like this, and Zhang Xu couldn't help but laugh when she saw him like this.

When Yan Chenghuan opened his eyes, he was met with a smiling face, her clear almond-shaped eyes reflecting his image. Xuxu's face already bore a resemblance to Rong Yue's, and from this angle, she looked exceptionally captivating.

"Hey? You're awake! Have some water! We seem to have gotten separated from them. Let's have some water and then go find them!" Yan Chenghuan looked at the green leaves that Zhang Xu had found from somewhere and didn't move.

"Don't worry! I didn't poison it!" Zhang Xu took a sip of water.

Yan Chenghuan snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed Zhang Xu's wrist, his fingertips touching Zhang Xu's pulse.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Is this the second male lead's fickle temper?

Yan Chenghuan used his cultivation to investigate the past but found nothing unusual. It was just an ordinary person with slightly better physical fitness, not someone with cultivation. How could an ordinary person have such fast footsteps and wake up faster than him? What exactly is the background of Xuxu, the soul that has possessed his body?

Seeing the water spill, Zhang Xu was a little angry. There wasn't a drop of water in this city, and this water was something Xiao Mumu had painstakingly saved up. She was really ungrateful. If she didn't want to drink it, fine! Zhang Xu angrily hid the leaves away.

Yan Chenghuan looked at the leaf and remembered that somewhat familiar scent. He released her and opened his hand, and light shone in his hand. Before Zhang Xu could react, she heard Xiao Mumu crying.

Zhang Xu quickly covered her shoulder and looked at him warily: "Yan Chenghuan! What are you doing!"

Yan Chenghuan let go, and Xiao Mumu rolled into Zhang Xu's arms with a tumble: "Bad guy! Bad guy! Bad guy! Xu Xu! Xu Xu! There's a bad guy!"

"Tree demon, you've got some nerve!" Upon seeing Xiao Mumu, Yan Chenghuan immediately understood where Zhang Xu's strangeness came from.

"What tree spirit? This is a tree spirit!"

“A demon is a demon. Does calling it a spirit mean it’s not a demon?” Yan Chenghuan’s voice sounded mocking, as if he was laughing at Zhang Xu’s naivety.

This world of cultivation is not friendly to demons and evil spirits, which is why Yan Chenghuan was a hostage in the Chen Kingdom.

"Is there a difference between demons and spirits? The difference is huge. Demons are a prejudice of the world, while spirits are products of nature. Since they exist, they must have their reasons. Isn't it a matter of personal opinion whether something is a demon or a spirit?"

A strange light flashed in Yan Chenghuan's eyes: "You don't hate demons? You're not afraid of demons?"

Zhang Xu shook her head.

Sixty-five, the hidden plot of Yan Chenghuan was frantically ticking in her mind. Zhang Xu looked at the progress bars in her mind, and now each one had moved forward by five.