Pei Mianman slowly opened her eyes, and upon seeing Zu An, she became somewhat excited: "Zu, are you alright?"
"How could anything be wrong with me?" Zu An smiled slightly and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control my body just now, and I could only watch helplessly as it kept attacking you." Pei Mianman kept apologizing, her expression showing great remorse.
“That’s not your fault, it was the Kumanthong that controlled you.” As Zuan spoke, he looked at the departing Kumanthong, his doubts growing stronger.
"Why did they suddenly leave?" Pei Mianman was also still shaken.
"It must be because of that singing just now." Zuan's expression was somewhat solemn. If he could control those Kumanthong, could it be that a boss was about to appear?
At this moment, the giggling laughter of the Kuman Thong became clear again, indicating that they were approaching this side.
The two involuntarily took a step back, looking ahead warily.
All that could be seen were the Kuman Thong surrounding a petite figure, either clinging to her legs or crawling around her.
The two finally saw the figure clearly: a beautiful girl of about ten years old, wearing a woven grass skirt that only covered her vital parts, revealing a large area of her skin.
"This girl is dressed so daringly." Pei Mianman blushed slightly. Even though she was usually bold, she was still speechless at the sight of such revealing clothes. Even women in brothels rarely dressed so scantily.
The strangest thing is that she doesn't have any lewd aura at all, and no one knows how she did it.
Zuan frowned slightly: "This should be what was worn in primitive tribes in ancient times. At that time, the textile industry was not as developed as it is in later generations, and clothes were often just enough to cover the body."
"A primitive tribe? Then she must be..." Pei Mianman exclaimed in surprise.
"That's right, I've been dead for many, many years." The girl smiled, but her words sent chills down one's spine.
Zuan secretly said to Mi Li, "Empress, you might have to call this little girl 'Grandma'."
"Pah!" Mi Li spat.
Anger from Mi Li +111!
"If I'm not mistaken, she's from the Yin-Shang period, and she's much older than you. You're actually in a better position by calling her 'Grandma.'"
"..."
Zu An stepped forward and cupped his hands in thanks to the girl, saying, "Thank you for saving me just now, young lady."
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