Zheng Nianru slightly startled, some understanding of the young man's meaning; it wasn't until this moment that Zheng Nianru remembered that it was this young man who had saved her life.
Not an accident? Although Zheng Nianru wasn't clear about the strength of Nanmen Yu's master, that eccentric old man, at such a critical moment, when even Xing Yu couldn't win, this boy was able to save them and acted bewildered, as if everything was coincidental.
"You can kill that monster?" Zheng Nianru still asked uncertainly. That monster was something Fu Gong's people couldn't deal with, and it was a difficult challenge for Nanmen Yu's people as well.
"Mhm, now I still can," the young man glanced at Zheng Nianru, whose delicate and flawless face had a slight rosy tint; he had never seen such fineness and perfection, and her thick, slightly curled eyelashes framed eyes so captivating, one dared not stare into them for fear of seeing one's own unworthiness and selfish desires too clearly.
