Beiting Qing almost reached out and pulled her behind him. At this moment, his hand clearly couldn't help but move, and a trace of faint golden divine power blinked in his palm.
Although it was only for a moment, Beiting Qing still caught it.
Yan Ye still had a smile on his lips. He shook his head secretly. This fellow was doing it on purpose for him to see. Don't think that he didn't see the provocative gaze that the fellow threw when he stood out. If it weren't for his strength, he probably wouldn't have been able to protect that bold little thing.
