Chapter 119: One hundred nineteen. Strategic Retreat

Yang Chunxue couldn't understand why Lu Li cared so much about the truth.

Just like Lu Li couldn't understand why people were afraid of ghosts.

Yang Chunxue kept shaking her head, resisting taking the bag that was handed to her.

Lu Li didn't care, he casually threw it forward, seeming to not care at all about the exceedingly precious Ghost Envoy Manual.

The moment the bag was about to fall into the water, it suddenly paused in midair.

Controlling the Yin energy to grasp the bag, Yang Chunxue's eyebrows shot up, ready to burst out, but she saw that Lu Li had already turned around, stepping on water towards that door.

"Wait a minute!"

Yang Chunxue's heart was urgent, almost subconsciously stretching out her hand to grab Lu Li's palm.

With the warmth of his touch, Yang Chunxue froze, staring down at the two hands holding each other.

"I touched you...?"

Her mind went blank, staying frozen in position.

Lu Li watched her quietly: "What do you want to say?"