"It's okay, it's okay. As long as you're still alive, there's still hope of returning to the top. Don't be too sad."

When Yang Kewei was about to withdraw his hand, he found that Zhuque was stretching its neck to rub his palm.

Seeing the comfortable and enjoyable expression on his face, Yang Kewei couldn't help but touch Zhuque a few more times.

Not to mention, it's furry and feels quite comfortable to touch, which is very different from Xiaoyu's hair.

Seeing Yang Kewei take his hand away, Zhuque looked as if he was still unsatisfied.

When Yang Kewei touched her just now, the Taoist energy in his body entered her body crazily, which healed her injuries a lot.

While Yang Kewei was talking to Chu Chen and the others, Zhuque's eyes rolled, and it flapped its wings and landed on Yang Kewei's shoulder.

Just as she was about to touch Yang Kewei, a small fist suddenly appeared behind her.

He hit her hard on the back of her head.

“Ah~.”

Zhuque screamed and fell on the stone table. He got up and started attacking Hongyu.

"You damn rabbit! How dare you hit me!"

Hongyu raised her fist and said to Suzaku:

“Silly bird, this seat is mine, it’s on my father’s shoulder, as long as I can sit on it, hehe!”

"Dead rabbit, you...wait, what did you call him just now?" Zhuque asked in a daze.

"Dad, what's the problem?"

Zhuque swallowed and looked at Yang Kewei cautiously, seeing that he didn't look unhappy at all, but rather seemed to be enjoying it.

Zhuque quickly coughed twice to clear his throat.

"Um... Lord Creator God, are you in need of a daughter?"

"How about I be your daughter and call you dad?"