Jialan froze for a few seconds upon hearing those words. Then, a blush suddenly spread across her face, and she reached out to push Lin Qiye away.
But the moment she raised her hand, Lin Qiye caught it in his palm.
Jialan: ??!!
Holding Jialan's hand, Lin Qiye felt not only warmth, but also a slick sensation.
He lowered his head and saw her blood-soaked palm. His brows immediately furrowed.
"You're hurt?" Lin Qiye's expression darkened. He raised his head and stared into Jialan's eyes, forcing a trace of clarity into his clouded gaze.
"Who hurt you?"
Jialan pressed her lips together and looked past Lin Qiye, toward the Snake Woman, whose expression had turned strange.
Lin Qiye turned around. His icy eyes fixed on that familiar figure as a powerful killing intent radiated from him.
"So it was you..."
Messy black hair fell over Lin Qiye's forehead. He stared at the Snake Woman for a moment, then turned around and reached out to lift the flustered Jialan away from the wall...
Then he removed the straight sword from her back.
"Don't worry." Lin Qiye gripped the sword and looked seriously into Jialan's eyes. "Whoever hurts you, I'll kill."
"Achoo!!"
At the edge of Cangnan City, An Qingyu, who was driving a black van at full throttle toward Gusu City, suddenly sneezed.
He rubbed his nose, confusion appearing in his eyes.
"Strange. Could something have gone wrong when I made this body...? How could I catch a cold?"
He carefully recalled the process of creating the clone. After confirming that there had been no mistakes, he shook his head.
"Forget it. Meeting up with Qiye and the others in Gusu as soon as possible is more important."
Buzz—!
The black van let out a low roar and sped away