"Brother-in-law!" A pair of jade hands suddenly wrapped around Xia Yi from behind, and Leng Yulai leaned lightly against his back.
"When did the fearless Dark Phoenix Douluo become so gentle?" Xia Yi teased, holding Leng Yulai's jade hands.
"Are we holding you back?" Leng Yulai's voice was very soft. Back when she was in the Holy Spirit Cult, there had been no difference between being alive and being dead.
It was Xia Yi who had saved her from the abyss of the Holy Spirit Cult and given her the chance to be reborn, allowing her and Leng Yaozhu to mend their broken sisterly bond.
Without Xia Yi, there would be no Leng Yulai as she was now.
On Douluo Continent, no matter when, her strength had always stood at the very top.
As long as Xia Yi needed it, she had the ability to help him deal with all his enemies.
But now, even she felt powerless.
Looking across Tushan, there were plenty of people whose strength surpassed hers.
Let alone the fact that Xia Yi's enemies might stand above the whole of Tushan.
Although she had prepared herself long ago, this sudden gap still made Leng Yulai feel a little unable to adjust.
In truth, Leng Yulai had known long ago that this day would come. That was why, back on Douluo Continent, she had so recklessly poured out her feelings for Xia Yi.
"Thud!"
Xia Yi turned around and flicked Leng Yulai hard on her fair, tender forehead.
"What nonsense are you talking? You're my wives. No matter how great the matter is, your man will shoulder it. What are you afraid of? What, you don't believe in your man?" Xia Yi glared at Leng Yulai in exasperation, then pulled her into his arms again, gently kissing