Clang!
Just as Lou Yaoyao's voice echoed, the Dragon Blood Sword in Ye Xiaoying's hand was suddenly knocked away rudely.
It was Lina.
Unfortunately, Lina's intervention was still too late; a thin red line had already appeared on Ye Xiaoying's delicate, jade-like neck.
Fortunately, it was just a superficial wound.
The stinging pain on her neck brought the stunned Ye Xiaoying back to her senses.
Ye Xuan... is he not dead yet?
She was overjoyed, as if her heart, turned to ash, had rekindled a glimmer of hope.
She hurriedly looked down, only to see Ye Xuan lying in her arms, his face still pale, his eyes tightly shut, not showing the slightest sign of life.
Ye Xiaoying touched Ye Xuan's body, but also felt no warmth.
Ye Xiaoying looked towards Lou Yaoyao with suspicion.
She doubted that Lou Yaoyao was deceiving her.
