C332 Ghost Cultivator

"Let's go."

Lee Xuantong held the soft and weak body of the minister's daughter and said gently.

"Let's go. Where are we going? That devil might come and kill me at any time."

The girl said in fear. At this moment, she was no longer as weird as before. She was like a wounded little beast hiding in Lee Xuantong's broad chest.

"No, I won't. I will protect you with my presence