Suddenly.
A gentle force enveloped her slender waist, accompanied by a faint scent of tobacco and a man's cursing voice: "Ye Xiaoying, I've had enough of you, what kind of tricks are you playing now?"
It's Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan's head was hurting!
In order to keep Ye Xiaoying from getting hurt, even though she was clearly out of control, Ye Xuan resolutely chose self-sacrifice.
In the end, this girl, at the critical moment, had a mental block and stubbornly decided to pull off a suicide stunt.
Why though?
Ye Xuan didn't have time to think about it.
In any case, after going around in circles, he ended up using Qigong.
Sure, Qigong was terrifyingly formidable, but compared to a real sword strike, the damage caused by Qigong was simply trivial!
Finally, Ye Xuan landed on the ground holding Ye Xiaoying.
"Ah!"
Ye Xiaoying was about to say something when she felt a surge of blood in her body, and a mouthful of fresh blood burst from her lips.
Everything happened in an instant.
