It was not until the smell of blood came from each other's mouths that Yan Ye jumped up from her body. Beiting Huang's eyes seemed to be bloodshot and her nose and mouth were bleeding. He couldn't bear to see his woman like this. She had already fallen in love with him. Only when she fell in love with him would she trigger the punishment of the heaven-sent blood contract. Yan Ye didn't dare to stay any longer. He moved and had already left the house. Only his voice could be heard through soul transmission. "Huang'er, participate in the Alchemy Competition in peace. I'll wait for you in Yan City!"
"Okay!" Beiting Huang, who had restrained her emotions and calmed down, replied. Afraid that he would be worried, she said, "I'm fine. You can leave!"
