Chu Yi understood even more that if Zhang Fengneng kept exhausting Murong Xue like this, she would soon run out of strength and collapse, allowing Zhang Fengneng to have his way with her.
Look, just a few minutes of effort, and Murong Xue's clothes have already been torn to shreds by the sword wind in several places, revealing large patches of her snowy white skin.
The more this happened, the happier Zhang Fengneng became.
He even uttered filthy words, "Tsk tsk, your long legs are quite white."
"My, my, why show me this now? I'm not yet prepared."
Murong Xue was infuriated.
However, she still managed to control herself, her face stern, her movements still filled with intense killing intent.
But now, the black hair on Murong Xue's head had almost all turned white.
Chu Yi watched with his heart in his throat, uncertain how long Murong Xue could last with the forbidden technique employed just now.
