Blood gushed in all directions when the four-armed man's head exploded. His body froze for a moment while he was falling backwards before he was swept into the vortex. In an instant, he disappeared without a trace.
From the beginning till the end, Su Ming did not lift his head. He stared at Fang Cang Lan with a smile, and when her face became slightly red, he tugged her arm and pulled her into his arms.
With his own body warmth, he tried to provide warmth for the loneliness Fang Cang Lan had suffered over the past one thousand something years. At the instant she was pulled into Su Ming's arms, a tender look appeared in Fang Cang Lan's eyes, as if she was at the highest point in her life just by standing there. It was as if being by Su Ming's side was the best thing in her life.
She wished that this moment would last for eternity and nothing else.
