Though Lu Xiaotian knew he was in the wrong after being cursed at, he did not answer Luo Ping'er. He was barely able to protect himself right now, so where would he find the strength to control the Haoyin Gourd and kill his enemies? No matter what magic weapon he used, he could not suppress the murderous intent erupting once more.
Being cursed at a few times by Luo Ping'er was something he simply had to endure.
Lu Xiaotian ignored the commotion from the Heart-Link Conch and continued suppressing the murderous intent within his body.
Luo Ping'er had been pampered since childhood, and it was difficult for her to curse like some vulgar street tough. After cursing a few times without receiving any response, she continued fleeing while turning back to plead with Lu Xiaotian in a beseeching tone.
Yet whether Luo Ping'er cursed him or begged him, there was still no response from Lu Xiaotian.
Luo Ping'er was nearly in despair. If those two groups caught up with her, her fate would be worse than death.
Yet the instinct to survive kept Luo Ping'er from giving up. She continued fleeing with all her might. After flying several hundred li at full speed, even Luo Ping'er began to feel exhausted. Her heart was frantic, and she did not even notice when the wind blew away the cloak on her head.
After fleeing for some time, Luo Ping'er suddenly saw a black-faced young man sitting cross-legged on a reef in the distance. Despair turned to wild joy in her heart. The feeling of escaping certain doom made her tremble uncontrollably. It seemed this fellow was not truly heartless after all.
"Young Master Dongfang really has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. So you'd already been waiting ahead of me. You