Ying Zhexian’s body was shrouded in wisps of white mist. She was somewhat hazy, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. She was calm and silent. Her expression couldn’t be seen because she was covered by the White Mist.
Only her eyes were beautiful and profound. She was gazing at Chu Feng on the battlefield.
Ying Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at her sister. Her large eyes were misty. In the end, she whispered, “From now on, I Won’t call him brother-in-law anymore. I’ll call him brother Chu.”
Her voice was very soft and low. It was somewhat sorrowful.
Swoosh!
Ying Zhexian’s eyes were clear and profound. She swept over and glanced at her sister, but in the end, she didn’t say anything. She turned her attention back to the battlefield.
PFFT!
In the distance, a young divine level expert was just about to move when he was struck by a sword light in the sky. Chu Feng beheaded him and his divine blood shot up high.
