The expected pain did not occur.
An Ning's eyes flickered slightly.
She saw the sharp sword aimed at her tightly grasped by a hand.
Blood dripped from his palm onto her face.
Xiao Jinxing...
How desperate must one be to rush to her side so quickly and grasp the sword that had already torn her clothes at the chest, holding it firmly without hesitation.
Blood kept flowing...
An Ning opened her mouth.
Before she could make a sound.
A figure in black suddenly appeared behind Xiao Jinxing.
No.
Don't!
An Ning's eyes were filled with terror.
She screamed with all her might, "Xiao Jinxing, behind you!"
Xiao Jinxing's eyes flickered slightly.
His hand holding the sword trembled.
Yet he did not let go.
If he let go.
The sword would directly pierce An Ning's heart.
And he had said.
He would never leave her again.
"Ah!"
A sword went directly through Xiao Jinxing's body.
An Ning's pupils dilated.
