There was a moist feeling in the palm of my hand.

Bai Yihuang lowered his eyes and saw that his palms wrapped around Ying Qian's waist were actually covered in sticky red.

It's her blood.

His eyes suddenly widened.

Yingqian was hit hard on the back by the fireball summoned by the pockmarked male cultivator.

She didn't know whether the injury was serious or not.

Even his breathing was filled with a choking burning smell.

The strength in the body seemed to be completely drained.

Ying Qian's feet went soft.

Falling into Bai Yihuang's arms, she narrowed her eyes and murmured:

"You're lying, I didn't wait for you at all."

Bai Yihuang was stunned.

My heart felt as if it had been hit hard by a giant hammer.

The pain was so painful that even breathing became extremely difficult.

He had never been so helpless.

"Ying...Yingqian?"

"Um."

Ying Qian responded softly.

She really didn't have the strength to hold on to Bai Yihuang's clothes, but she left five dark red finger marks on his white clothes.

How could Bai Yihuang have the thought to take care of the demon clan?

He held the baby in his arms.

In my heart, she was the only one left.

Seeing that Bai Yihuang was about to leave with Yingqian in his arms, Qi Luoxian immediately felt a little panicked.

She quickly followed and said anxiously:

"Junior brother, where are you going? The disciples from other sects have already gathered. If we delay any longer, we will lose..."

"It doesn't matter."

Bai Yihuang kept walking.

He only gave Qiluoxian a cold look from the corner of his eye, and then said no more words.

Qiluoxian was startled.

When she came back to her senses, Bai Yihuang's shadow had disappeared from her sight.

He took Yingqian and left.

And he never even glanced at her.

What kind of fairy sect hunting and fighting among hundreds of schools of thought?

Winning or losing is nothing compared to Yingqian!

The blood coagulates into a scab.

The fabric and flesh are glued together.

Just a light touch can cause Yingqian to tremble.

The pain in Bai Yihuang's heart became even heavier.

He gritted his teeth.

He stretched out his trembling fingertips and slowly untied her belt.

The fair skin breaks free inch by inch.

In the dimness, there was still a jade-like white glimmer.

But it also appeared that the burns on his back were becoming more and more ferocious.

Anger rose in Bai Yihuang's eyes.

His movements to apply medicine on her became extremely gentle.

The fingertips were trembling even more violently.

He had never been so cautious.

"Who did it?"

Bai Yihuang's voice is extremely low and hoarse.

Hidden with strong murderous intent.

Yingqian responded as if murmuring in sleep, and lay on Bai Yihuang's shoulder. After a while, he said:

"My fellow disciple, I don't recognize him, he has been killed by that fake witch."

Bai Yihuang frowned: "He saved you?"

"Um."

Yingqian nodded.

Like a cat, it rubbed the side of his neck and murmured:

"I almost couldn't see you anymore."

"I..."

Bai Yihuang couldn't help but hug Yingqian tightly.

The panic and joy of being lost and found became a mess in my heart.

He almost lost her.

Bai Yihuang was ashamed and angry.

"No! I will never... let you leave me again!"

[Tip: Bai Yihuang’s favorability +10]

Listening to the electronic sound of the system, Ying Qian closed her eyes, and a sly arc appeared at the corner of her lips.

It seems like this injury...
Chapter completed!