The man named Xin He had clearly lost his mind and reached out to grab the woman.
Dou Qi surged around him. If he so much as touched her, she might be seriously injured.
And if he dragged her back to his room, her fate would be far more miserable.
Xiao Yan was a ruthless man who did not particularly care whether others lived or died, but he felt that people could not-at least, should not-die like this.
If he had still been struggling to save himself as he had in his previous life, he certainly would not have interfered. But this life was different. With the slightest nudge, he could change someone's fate.
For no other reason than to spare himself an unpleasant sight, he chose to intervene.
Watching Xin He's hand reach for her, despair filled the woman's face. If he dragged her back again, she would die. Death was one thing, but dying in such misery and agony was another.
Just as she was about to close her eyes in despair, a slender hand reached out and caught Xin He's eagle-like claw.
"Let go of me!" Xin He growled twice, but he still could not wrench his hand free of Xiao Yan's grip.
He raised his head to look at Xiao Yan. Through the haze clouding his mind, Xiao Yan's already handsome face actually looked rather pretty.
"Roar!" He involuntarily thrust his hips forward.
He even looked ready to throw himself onto Xiao Yan.
"Motherfucker!" Xiao Yan's expression changed. He stepped back, then swung a full-force slap without holding anything back.
That slap carried twelve years of cultivation behind it, sending Xin He flying like a cannonball.
Only after smashing through dozens of buildings did he finally come to a stop amid a pile of rubble.
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