Having said these words, Beiting Huang turned his gaze towards Yan Ye, and at that moment, Yan Ye also looked down. In his eyes, reflected the image of the young man, his exquisite face. He seemed as if he could never get enough of looking at it, and noticing the nervous glance Beiting Huang cast towards him, Yan Ye stretched out his arms and held Beiting Huang tightly in his embrace. His face gently touched Beiting Huang's, soothing him, "Huang'er, don't be anxious, don't worry. No matter what happens, I will never leave you!"
Beiting Huang had subdued the old turtle and contracted that fellow, but Beiming, aside from telling him the consequences of breaking the heaven-sent blood contract, hadn't provided any useful references. And these days, even deep sleep had been disturbed by Beiting Huang, asking about the heaven-sent blood contract, who would've thought that even deep sleep did not know.
He knew that the most critical moment was coming.
