Given Yuan Xi's temperament, Chang Ming was not worried that she would kill him, but he would definitely suffer greatly.
He did not want to suffer, so he could only bring out his trump card.
He was unwilling to use it unless absolutely necessary, because doing so represented his own incompetence.
Lu Ye had been standing behind Yuan Xi. He only saw Chang Ming toss something out, but could not make out what it was. Yet in that instant, Yuan Xi, who had already closed in not far before Chang Ming, seemed to have encountered a natural nemesis. Her figure shot backward, and her expression turned tense.
Lu Ye's heart tightened at once. He secretly thought that the thing Chang Ming had brought out must possess horrifying destructive power, something even Yuan Xi could not withstand at present. Otherwise, it could not have provoked such a reaction from the City Lord.
Curious, he hurriedly glanced over.
Then he froze!
Things were not as he had imagined. What Chang Ming had brought out was not some immensely destructive treasure. The object broke apart before Chang Ming, then transformed into a swath of light and shadow.
Within the light and shadow, a figure abruptly solidified.
The woman had a graceful, curvaceous figure, tall stature, peerless beauty, and a bewitching charm. A beauty mark beneath the corner of her eye added three more parts to her already boundless allure.
She wore a long crimson dress, its hem spreading all around like a rose in furious bloom. Her collar dipped low, revealing a broad expanse of snowy-white skin across her chest.
That alone would have been nothing. After traveling far and wide for so many years, what beautiful women had Lu Ye not seen? Yet few had ever made him look twice.
But this