Prince, Not Tonight

Yun Xu took a deep breath and swallowed the tears that were still in his eyes. Then, he forced out a smile, raised his head, and looked at Tang San, both hands still holding his waist, and said in a low voice, "I just came to see if you have any finale, it's not fun at all …" If nothing happens, then why would you change your attitude? You're not allowed to continue in the future, do you hear me? " "With a choked voice, it sounded like a little girl throwing a tantrum.

Tang San stared blankly for a moment before his face slowly returned to normal. His face was extremely pale and his lips were bloodless. With such a white, jade-like appearance, his current smile looked exceptionally delicate and weak. It was also abnormally gentle.

"Alright, I won't do that again." he replied.

Only then did Yun Fei heave a sigh of relief. He embarrassedly let him go and turned his attention to the old ghost who was no longer hissing.

Under the silver hair, the old geezer's eyes were pitch black, his circles were blue, and his eyes were tightly shut. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes looked very strange, and Yun Fei did not know that the ashes were so effective.

"Heh heh." Sensing that Tang San's aura had disappeared, the old geezer coldly laughed twice. He opened his hands into a grasping position and said, "I will use your two little ghosts' lives to compensate me for this pair of moves!"

After saying that, he charged towards Tang San and the others like a hungry bird. Tang San retracted his gaze and subconsciously covered Yun Fei behind him, while his other hand held onto the soft sword.

In Yun Fei's palm was the hand that held her, and it quickly became cold.

She knew he wouldn't be able to hold it.

The poison had left his body, his Qi had dissipated, and his blood was cold. He could not withstand the full power of the old man's attack.

Almost at the same time, Yun Fei pulled his hand away and threw herself against him, pressing him down hard on the sand with her back to the old man. However, she was also afraid, and her fingers were about to latch onto Tang San's skin, pulling him so tightly. She knew that she was going to die. Her mind was blank, as if there was nothing much to linger or regret in it. Her life was just a smooth drawing, with no foreshadowing, no composition, only the brush of fate pushing her forward.

If, if, really want to leave behind some last words …

She wanted to ask: Damn Tang San! Are you serious when you say you want to marry me?

He was always sloppy and sloppy, not saying a single word of truth. How could she believe it? How could she hand over her helpless and unruly self to another free and rootless soul?

But she didn't ask... She felt ashamed.

The instant Tang San was pushed to the ground by Yun Fei, he was stunned for a moment. Indeed, he was extremely weak. Only then would she be able to get away with it. At this moment, the old geezer's sharp claws had already arrived. A aura as sharp as a blade cut through Yun Fei's clothes in an instant. On his frail and frail back, ten sinister wounds immediately appeared.

Seeing this, his breathing almost stopped. The blood that had just slowed down began to surge uncontrollably.

His light blue hair immediately turned dark blue.

They were surrounded by layers of blue light.

The old man's sharp claws passed through the blue light, almost touching Clouds' skin.

And then —

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the air whistled as it struck the air field of the old ghost, piercing into the right side of the vortex.

The old geezer felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand, and he immediately changed his direction of attack. The full force of his attack was directed towards the direction of the concealed weapon.