Gathering of True Saints

"Don't... Please stop. I'm begging you..." At this moment, Qin Yu's tears were falling like rain, and his heart was as if being twisted by a knife.

Yan Ruoxue's gaze grew increasingly icy, like a female demon lord. The previous fairy-like temperament had disappeared as if a murderous demon was standing in front.

She turned around and forced a smile at Qin Yu.

"I won't let anything happen to you." Yan Ruoxue's mouth was stained with blood like a flower blooming in the snow.

Yan Ruoxue's words were filled with determination and tenacity. Her goddess-like gaze was enough to make people fall into it. At this moment, she seemed to have really transformed into a goddess, protecting everything in her heart.

She raised her palm again, ignoring the bone-piercing pain in her body, and slapped her chest without hesitation.