"Xiaxia... might be related to the Bei Family of the Miao Domain," Nangong Xu met his gaze and calmly said, "The blood in her body is quite unusual."
Mu Xiaojiu did not speak; in fact, he had considered the mysteries of the little creature's bloodline and her origins.
But he didn't want to think too much, and each time, he was reluctant to delve deeper.
Perhaps he was truly selfish; he only wanted to keep her by his side, to have her obediently be his woman.
Once he thought too much, ripping open too many truths, perhaps... he would truly lose her.
"Mr. Xiaojiu, I didn't intend to make this matter public, but now..."
Nangong Xu lowered his head, looking at the girl lying on the hospital bed, pallid, and felt a twinge in his heart.
"If my guess is correct, the blood of the Bei Family... might really be able to save her."
Mu Xiaojiu suddenly stood up.
Nangong Xu was a bit surprised, staring at his somber face: "Mr. Xiaojiu..."
"Pack up, we leave immediately for Bei Miao."
