Baili An's body slightly moved, seemingly wanting to pull out the sword because his soul was in too much pain, a pain that was nearly causing his will to collapse.
He wanted to deeply bite into her snow-white neck and suck on the tempting, delicious blood within her body.
However, a slight movement caused several blue veins to burst on his forehead.
Su Jing quietly glanced at Li Jiujiu, who had already been weeping soundlessly behind him.
For a moment, uncharacteristically, he didn't continue to move to kill but instead asked, "Do you like her? Willing to die for her?"
Baili An hadn't expected his opponent to suddenly ask such a question, his gaze shifting, but he noticed Fang Geyu sending frantic signals from behind her.
The message was clear: to move the ice-cold woman before him with a foolish heart.
Baili An bitterly smiled in his heart; he had never been one to sensitize things, especially when it came to emotions, about which he had always been confused.
