"The reason why you didn't kill him was because of his master? Did she die? Did she really die?" Beiting Huang stared into Yan Ye's eyes. Her voice was filled with nervousness that she didn't even notice.
However, it was precisely because of this nervousness that his red lips curled up into a beautiful arc. His purple eyes flashed with a gorgeous light, like flowers blooming. He raised his hand and gently pinched her nose. His voice was bewitching. "Yes, Huang'er. If you want to know her story, work hard to become stronger!"
"Hmph! You only tell me if you want to!" Beiting Huang had a premonition, but she was still a little unhappy. She turned her head in a fit of pique and felt a little sour in her heart. This feeling almost scared her out of her wits. She stood up and wanted to rush out, but Yan Ye grabbed her. "How's your Thousand Sword Demon Slash?"
