C45 I Hold My Head and Cry

"This picking of leaves is always weird!" The Xuan Ge slowly crawled as it complained to Feng Xi.

Feng Xi tilted her head and asked, "What's so strange about it?"

"I can't say. Although she looks like an otherworldly person, when I was talking to you just now, there was a faint trace of demonic aura!"

"How is that possible!? If she is a demon