The Daoist nun chuckled softly. "But from what I see, this young man wouldn't die for you. You're wounded so badly, yet he still doesn't dare come forward and risk his life."
Unable to endure any longer, Su Pu roared and charged forward with his blade. Unfortunately, the Daoist nun merely shifted aside and hooked out a foot. He lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground. Just as he tried to rise, she planted a foot on his back.
Su Pu's face flushed crimson. From up close, he could see that her other foot was as delicate and tiny as a three-inch golden lotus, yet that single foot pinned him down so firmly that even he, the bravest youth in the tribe, could not get up no matter how hard he strained.
The beautiful Daoist nun wore a kind and amiable expression, but her words were utterly cold-blooded. "I'm in a good mood today and only wish to kill one person. The two of you may choose: who dies, and who lives?"
"I offended you. If you want to kill someone, kill me. It has nothing to do with her!" Su Pu braced both hands tightly against the ground, but he still could not rise.
"Oh? You're willing to die for her?" the beautiful Daoist nun asked teasingly.
"Of course I am..." Halfway through his words, Su Pu suddenly thought of Aman. He was supposed to spend the rest of his life with Aman. If he died here...
The beautiful Daoist nun snorted repeatedly. "So you really are a heartless, faithless thing!" She raised the whisk in her hand and was about to sweep it toward his head when Li Wenxiu cried out, "Don't!"
The beautiful Daoist nun's whisk stopped halfway. Frowning, she said, "He sweet-talks you to