"Don't move!" Su He's voice came through.
Ji Feixue stood still, unsure of the reason.
Su He's face held a light smile, resembling a frivolous young master from a wealthy family, "Let me hold you for a moment."
With those words, he really did embrace her.
Ji Feixue's expression instantly turned cold, and the Immortal Sword let go, hovering mid-air, its tip reversing to point at the back of Su He's head.
Her voice was ice-cold, "I am not her from seventy-three hundred thousand years later!"
She was not that enchanting and seductive woman!
"You are!" Su He's voice was soft, with a hint of weariness, "I just missed you..."
While speaking, he seemed to care little for the sword behind his brain and gently embraced Ji Feixue.
The Fairy was taken aback, ready to command the sword to strike.
But Su He had already let go, his voice becoming cheerful as if he was hugging his wife, "Wife, the method of merging True Yuan that you helped me with earlier, can it be used in battle?"
