I Would Rather Touch A Pig

However, before his sword could pierce anyone, a cloud of powder suddenly appeared before his eyes.

With his vision obstructed, the tip of his sword went off target, only nicking Lin Qingyuan's arm.

Lin Qingyuan shrieked, her face turning pale with horror.

At the sound of her voice, the masked man prepared to strike again when a snow-white sword shot out of nowhere and intercepted his attack.

Clang clang clang!

The next instant, the sound of metal clashing filled the air.

Looking at Wang He, who had suddenly appeared, Lu Liangwei breathed a sigh of relief. She then turned to help Lin Qingyuan, who was nursing an injured arm.

Lin Qingyuan glared at the masked man whom Wang He had intercepted, but a wave of tears came streaming out of her eyes.

"He's so cruel... I can't believe he actually tried to kill me…"