"No, Yuran, you're not going to die, your sister won't let you die!"
Xiao Yuhui gritted her teeth and burst forth with her fastest speed, rushing towards Xiao Yuran.
However, how could her speed match the velocity of Sword Demon's palm?
"Boom!"
The space shattered once again, and the cloud of spiritual energy enveloping Xiao Yuran was about to be dissipated.
"I only have one husband, and only one man, and that is Little Su Han."
Xiao Yuran drew back her gaze from Xiao Yuhui and then looked toward the Sword Demon.
"You think you can see my body, which not even my husband has seen? Wishful thinking!"
As her words fell, Xiao Yuran's body suddenly began to swell.
"No... no..."
Xiao Yuhui's eyes instantly widened, and she shook her head violently, "Yuran, don't, please don't!!!"
"Sister, you promised me, you must take good care of Little Su Han."
Xiao Yuran smiled, a beauty that was heartbreaking.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and slowly slid down.
"Boom!"
