The voice was calm, yet it carried an intense sense of safety that made Rose of the Crimson Moon's eyes instantly redden. She reached out with trembling hands, wanting to touch him, yet didn't dare, afraid it was just a dream before dying.
"I entertain with my skills, not my body, that would be an extra charge." Gary Smith sensed the emotional change in Rose of the Crimson Moon and said with a smile.
Upon hearing these words, Rose of the Crimson Moon hesitated no longer, reaching out to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth that came from it, as well as a body that her kind wouldn't drain of essence energy. Her voice trembled:
"You... you're not dead?"
"Didn't I signal with my eyes?" Gary Smith was somewhat annoyed. Fooling a Phoenix Master, one of those old things from the Old Era, was one thing, but he had feigned death several times in the Main World. He should have developed a resistance to being thought dead, right?