"Ye, this Flying Sword Doppelganger's invisibility function is really wonderful!"
Before leaving, Beiting Huang stood on the Flying Sword Weaving Web. The feeling of flying on a sword reminded her of the television dramas in her previous life. Those cultivators rode a sword in the sky freely. On the television, she only saw a flying sword but now, Beiting Huang stepped on three soft swords. They were as soft as woven belts and spun around her, forming a barrier. From afar, she looked like an immortal and was extremely handsome.
"Huang'er, how are you going to thank me?" Yan Ye floated in the air, his purple robe fluttering. His purple eyes were filled with deep affection as he stared at Beiting Huang. His lips curled into a peach blossom-like smile. "Why don't you thank me with a kiss?"