When Sang Yinuo carried him out, Zhao Zhao was completely awake.
After leaving the warm harbor of the Palace of the Underworld, the horrific people and things in the underworld once again came into view.
Noticing Zhao Zhao's trembling body, Sang Yinuo paused his quick steps. He lifted Zhao Zhao in front of him, and when their eyes met, he clearly saw the fear in those tear-soaked eyes.
He curled his lips, raised his slender pale finger and poked Zhao Zhao's little face, "You are so timid."
He said with a disdainful tone.
I don’t know where Sang Yinuo brought him to. There are so many unrecognizable ghosts here, and the shrill screams seem to pierce his eardrums.
Zhao Zhao was so scared that in contrast to the evil ghost, he even began to like Sang Yinuo. As a second choice, he asked Sang Yinuo for a hug in a trembling voice.
Sang Yinuo was surprised, but seeing how pitiful he was, he took pity on him and changed from carrying him to hugging him.
As soon as Zhao Zhao got close to Sang Yinuo's body, she put her cheek against his neck.
Sang Yinuo was stunned when his cold skin was burned by Zhao Zhao's tears, and he unconsciously hugged Zhao Zhao tighter.
"You... you relax a little."
Zhao Zhao was strangled by him and could hardly breathe.
Hearing this, Sang Yinuo loosened his grip a little. He had never held a child before, so his posture was stiff. Zhao Zhao felt uncomfortable and kept moving around in his arms.
Sang Yinuo looked confused and raised his hand to pat his butt, "Don't move."
Zhao Zhao's body froze and he stopped moving. But the next second, his aggrieved voice with a hint of tears reached Sang Yinuo's ears again, "You hit me..."
He cried and trembled, as if Sang Yinuo had done something unforgivable.
“Wuwuwuwuwuwu…”
The cries of the cubs mixed with the evil spirits' shrill cries, making Sang Yinuo feel overwhelmed.
He controlled his temper and whispered, "Shut up."
Zhao Zhao looked up in surprise. This was the first time he could remember someone telling him to shut up.
Tears welled up in Zhao Zhao's eyes again. She felt extremely aggrieved and didn't want him to hug her anymore.
"Let me go. I don't want you to hug me anymore."
He cried and struggled, but he couldn't break free from Sang Yinuo's iron arms.
Sang Yinuo seemed to be blind and carried him straight towards the group of terrifying evil spirits.
His resolute steps seemed to send Zhao Zhao to be food for the evil spirits.
Zhao Zhao was so excited that her stomach churned and she exhaled another breath of negative energy.
"vomit……"
Sang Yinuo's face darkened and he said in disbelief, "Can this scare you like this?!"
Seeing that Zhao Zhao's face was getting paler and paler, he gave up the idea of bringing him here to build up his courage.
While cursing, he quickly took Zhao Zhao back to his Shaohuang Palace.
When they reached the door of the main hall, Zhao Zhao refused to go in no matter what.
I never thought that the Young Emperor's Palace is more terrifying than the eighteen levels of hell.
The inside was filled with ghostly energy and resentment, and it was pitch black. You could even see evil ghosts tied to pillars for unknown purposes.
Zhao Zhao only hated herself for being so small and weak that she couldn't struggle out of this cold and hard embrace, and could only cry in resistance.
"It's so scary, I don't want to go in!"
Sang Yinuo couldn't stand it anymore, "Don't go too far!"
"Are you going in or not?"
“No!”
Zhao Zhao held on to a tree at the entrance of the hall with her little hands and refused to let go.
Seeing his face getting paler and paler, Sang Yinuo controlled his temper and, like the Hades not long ago, raised his hand and waved it to change the appearance of the Shaohuang Palace. Although it was not as childish as the current Hades Palace, it was at least warm.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhao sniffed and reluctantly let go.
Sang Yinuo held his breath and said, "I really wronged you~"
Zhao Zhao was also holding back his anger, but nodded stubbornly.
Sang Yinuo: ...
Very good, little bastard.
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