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Yan Lin'er had not even had time to react.
She only felt her waist tighten before her entire body fell into a warm embrace.
Shen Wuxiao's arm wrapped around her like an iron hoop.
The warmth of his palm seeped through her clothes, strangely dispelling the chill death had brought.
Her cheek was almost pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear his steady, powerful heartbeat.
As well as the faint hum before that violent aura erupted.
Especially the deafening sound of the collision, the shockwave whipping her hair into a Mad Dance.
"Y-you... who exactly are you?"
A miserable groan dragged Yan Lin'er back to reality.
The Martial Emperor with the severed hand clutched his bleeding shoulder, his eyes filled with horror and fear.
One of his arms had actually exploded into pieces in an instant.
What kind of tyrannical attacking power was that?
Shen Wuxiao could not be bothered to answer.
He merely lowered his head to look at Yan Lin'er in his arms, his voice low. "Are you all right?"
Yan Lin'er froze, her heart still pounding wildly.
His scent lingered at the tip of her nose, while her cheeks flushed beyond her control.
Only then did she suddenly come back to her senses and realize that she was still in his embrace.
Her face turned scarlet with a swish. She hurriedly steadied herself, yet did not dare raise her head to look at him.
She only said softly, "I'm fine..."
The crisis from that instant ago and the safety she felt now intertwined in her heart, forming complicated emotions.
She could not help but look at Shen Wuxiao again.
For the first time, enormous ripples spread across the lake of her heart.
"Lin'er!"
Shen Xingran's anxious voice rang out as she carried