"Ye Yin’s" palm flew down toward Wen Xiao’ai’s crown, carrying an oppressive force that was impossible for her to evade.
Wen Xiao’ai instinctively looked up, staring at the palm that was swiftly descending upon her.
She had braced herself to lose half her life in a fight to the death with him, but just at the critical mont, he stopped.
"Ye Yin’s" hand halted two centiters above the top of Wen Xiao’ai’s head.
Wen Xiao’ai even felt the gust of wind brought about by that would-be strike.
Had that palm completed its course, it would have left her dead or utterly incapacitated.
Just as Wen Xiao’ai was wondering why he had abruptly stopped, "Ye Yin’s" voice trembled with disbelief.
"...Yingying."
"Ye Yin" stared at this face, so familiar he almost couldn’t trust his eyes.
mories of their past playful fights and laughter flashed before him.
Even after a thousand years, he rembered it clearly.
He dared not forget.
"Ye Yin" was completely stunned, the murderous intent in his eyes long gone, replaced by shock and disbelief.
After a while, he slowly withdrew his hand, and unbelievingly, tremblingly caressed her cheek.
His lips, his palm, his whole body, trembling with nervous excitent.
"...Yingying, is it you?"
The instant he asked the question, tears began to mist over his eyes.
Tears of ecstatic joy were almost ready to spill over.
Suddenly he seized Wen Xiao’ai’s shoulders, his eyes roving her face, as if confirming sothing.
The face before him perfectly matched the one in his mories, the one ingrained in his life.
It was her, his Yingying, really his Yingying, there could be no mistake.
"Ye Yin’s" emotions swung from shock to excitent to sheer ecstasy.
He was so agitated that it beca hard to distinguish between smiles and tears, rendering his expressions stiff; he just kept staring at the face, tears gathering more and more in his eyes.
"Yingying."
"Ye Yin" suddenly reached out, wanting to embrace Wen Xiao’ai.
But at this mont, Wen Xiao’ai broke free from his hold and struck him with all her might.
"Ye Yin’s" body flew backward, smashing through the balcony doors and finally crashing harshly outside on the balcony.
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, and "Ye Yin," clutching his severely injured abdon, looked incredulously at Wen Xiao’ai inside the room, his eyes wounded as if he had suffered so great betrayal.
No, she is not Yingying. She is not his Yingying.
Yingying would never hurt him, Yingying would never do such a thing.
"Ye Yin’s" hand slowly clenched into a fist, then with his elbow propped against the ground and one hand gripping his abdon, he struggled to stand.
Stabilizing himself, he once again gathered his mana throughout his body, preparing to take Wen Xiao’ai away and clear things up.
Wen Xiao’ai now looked utterly dismissive of Ye Yin, even allowing herself a triumphant smile.
Ye Yin was no match for her. Covering Ye Yin—Ye Yin’s master was in a state akin to soul departure, barely able to use his mana after she had severely wounded him, no longer a threat.
Wen Xiao’ai gathered a purple light in her hand, ready to subdue him in one strike, yet before she could unleash her power, she found herself suddenly unable to move or even make a sound.
Wen Xiao’ai glared at Ye Yin with hatred.
Detestable. People from the Demon Realm are indeed unscrupulous, using such disgraceful dirty tricks.
"Ye Yin" now looked at Wen Xiao’ai with an extrely complex expression.
He took a step forward, slowly walking towards her.
Watching "Ye Yin" getting closer, Wen Xiao’ai frantically tried to break free from her restraints.
"Bang."
The abrupt sound of a gunshot ripped through the air, the bullet headed straight for "Ye Yin," who was focused entirely on Wen Xiao’ai.
By the ti he reacted, it was too late.
The sound of the bullet entering flesh rang out, blood splattered, and "Ye Yin’s" chest now bore a bloody hole.
A fatal wound for any ordinary person wasn’t regarded by "Ye Yin", his expression unchanged, he didn’t even bother to look at the wound.
His eyes, venomous and full of resentnt, focused on the suddenly appearing figure at the doorway holding a silver pistol—Jun Moyan.
At this mont, Wen Xiao’ai broke free of the restraints and quickly gathered purple light in her hand to counterattack.
"Ye Yin" took a deep look at Wen Xiao’ai, who was attacking him again, then his figure blurred and he disappeared into thin air, turning into black smoke...
"Stinky bird, stop right there, you owe milk."
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