[You killed the ninth-tier upper-stage vicious beast, Illusory Charm Butterfly. Evolution Point +2,500,000,000!]
"Damn, 250 million."
Lu Yuan couldn't help feeling delighted.
He'd gotten 250 million just like that.
But if Lu Yuan had the choice to do it all over again, he wouldn't do it.
Treating his own safety like it didn't matter was one thing.
But neglecting Ye Qingyue's safety for Evolution Points was unacceptable.
The aftershocks of the battle gradually faded, but the biting chill still hung in the air. The cold left behind by the vanishing ice dragon turned into tiny flecks of ice, pattering down over the devastated ground.
The Primal Energy surging around Lu Yuan slowly ebbed. The apocalyptic might receded, and he braced himself on one knee, his wounds still oozing blood and staining his clothes. His once-straight figure swayed slightly, all his strength spent.
"Sister Yue, the Illusory Charm Butterfly is dead. Go take out its beast core."
After killing the Illusory Charm Butterfly, Lu Yuan slumped to the ground and spoke in a deliberately casual tone.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingyue didn't head toward the beast core. Instead, she raced toward Lu Yuan without a second thought.
Her eyes were still red-rimmed, and tear tracks still streaked her face. She stumbled as she ran, every step brimming with urgency and worry. The few meters between them seemed to stretch on forever...
The next second, Ye Qingyue reached Lu Yuan. She saw him drenched in blood, his clothes in tatters, his face deathly pale, his arms trembling—
It felt as if an invisible hand had clenched her heart tight. The pain nearly stole her breath!
She reached out to touch his wounds, but feared she might hurt him. Her fingertips hovered in midair, trembling slightly. Her