"Yu Longting! Save me." In my panic, I wrapped my arms tightly around Yu Longting's neck to keep myself from falling.
My back felt icy cold.
Beneath my back, in the coffin below, Xuanjing could hardly contain his rage, "You actually woke up? And you've come to ruin my plans again!"
"You steal the mother of my child for your burial companion, and yet you blame me for ruining your plans, are you sick in the head?" Yu Longting was filled with impatience, a terrifying sharpness emanating from him.
Xuanjing was shocked, "What are you planning to do? You're seriously injured, and yet you still dare to use a spell?"
A tightness gripped my heart as well, and I looked towards Yu Longting.
His complexion was actually terrible, an unhealthy pallor of green and white.
Yet his eyes were as untamed and proud as ever, "You know it too, don't you, you mangy fox, that it was you who caused my serious injury? I need to give you a lesson, or you'll forget who your daddy is."
