Qi Yueran knelt on the ground crying. She had just experienced her mother's death again, but fortunately her master saved her.

She didn't want to be stuck on that day anymore.

"Alright, she won't hurt anyone anymore. We have dealt with the matter in Yilin City. You can finish the rest by yourselves."

"Thank you! Thank you, Lord God of Faith!"

Qi Haofu was extremely excited. He missed his daughter very much and would use his time to mend the emotional rift between the two of them.

"Get away! Stay away from me! Give me back my mother!"

Qi Yueran cried and hit Qi Haofu, but Qi Haofu just took her attack and held her tightly in his arms.

"Of course it's all Dad's fault. You and Mom have suffered outside. Give Dad a chance to make it up to you..."

Ji Chuan took Han Yesheng and others back to Shannan City first. Yu Yin felt a little embarrassed because she did nothing this time.

But fortunately, I saw the God of Faith again. I am so lucky.

"Lord God of Faith..."

Just as Yu Yin was about to go up and talk to him, she found that Ji Chuan had disappeared again.

Alas, you always leave in such a hurry. When will you look at me more?

Seeing the old man leave, Han Yesheng hurried back to his room and took a shower. He still gets goose bumps when he thinks of Jiang Hao.

What did he like about him? Even if Jiang Hao liked men, he should like the old ancestor, right? He always thought he was ordinary.

Suddenly he thought of something. Could it be that the charm and favorability improvement he absorbed a long time ago were caused by those two abilities?

Han Yesheng breathed a sigh of relief. Was it because the two of them fell together? He just needed to be more careful next time.

But he suddenly realized something and froze in place.

The water continued to wash over Han Yesheng, and he looked a little confused.

…

“Dangdangdang——”

"Leave me alone! I'm fine, just let me be alone for an afternoon this time!"

Hearing that Jiang Hao's tone was normal, the teammates finally left with peace of mind.

Jiang Hao looked at Xiaoyi's photo again and again, but he didn't feel anything.

He covered his head in pain, and Han Yesheng's face kept appearing in his mind.

"Am I a f*cking gay?!"