She looked at Leng Chenfeng, who was still staring at her with a pair of cold eyes. Beiting Huang patted her companions beside her and said, "Brother Qin and Brother Mu, I'm fine!"
With that, Beiting Huang flicked her robe and walked towards Leng Chenfeng.
Looking at her back, Qin Yu was absent-minded for a moment. He seemed to have seen the young man in Luobei City again. He was about to call her "Little Ninth" when he realized that Little Ninth was a sword master, not a spirit master.
The two of them followed Beiting Huang from the left and right. They could not take half a step away from her again. They could not fail to protect her in time when danger came again.
A pair of black satin shoes landed in front of his feet. He struggled to raise his eyelids and glanced at Beiting Huang. His face was as pale as paper, and blood was slowly flowing down from the corner of his lips. "Hehe, if you weren't lucky, do you think I would be the one lying on the ground now?"
