"Long Xiaoyao! Get out of here!!"
Ye Xishui's eyes reddened instantly. With every last bit of strength in her body, she screamed hoarsely, her voice thick with desperate sobs:
"I have nothing to do with you! You are no one to me! I don't need you meddling in my affairs, and I don't need you to save me!"
She understood all too well!
The person before them was a true god!
Even though Long Xiaoyao was one of the continent's foremost Limit Douluo, before a god, he was no different from an ant. If he stepped forward to stop him, death was the only outcome! She absolutely could not drag him down to die with her!
Yet Long Xiaoyao merely gazed at her gently and lightly shook his head. His tone was tender, yet incomparably stubborn. "I am your lover."
"I'm not! I have never loved you! There is no relationship between us!" Ye Xishui cried herself hoarse as tears streamed wildly down her face, her heart aching beyond measure.
Her words were ruthless, but her heart had already utterly collapsed.
Everyone knew that Ye Xishui was cold and merciless, cruel and vicious. Yet only she herself knew that, on that drunken night years ago, she had pretended to mistake Long Xiaoyao for Mu En and secretly bore him a child.
Yes, they had a child.
She simply did not want to burden him. She did not want him to follow her into death.
Looking at the tearful woman whose words were hard but heart was soft, Long Xiaoyao smiled faintly, deep affection burning in his eyes. "It doesn't matter. Whether you love me or not is your business. I love you, and that has nothing to do with you."
Every word rang like a bell, striking straight into Ye