The golden light that protected Ying Qian was gradually dissipating.

And Yuchen's complexion became increasingly ugly.

The blood that overflowed from his mouth and nose had stained his collar red.

But he didn't seem to care.

The big palm still held Yingqian's wrist firmly.

In the eyes staring at her, there was an ecstasy of desire brewing and growing.

Soon...

Wait a moment.

As long as Duyan dies in the illusion.

That Yingqian will belong to him forever!

The corners of Yuchen's lips trembled twice.

He seemed to want to smile at Yingying.

But that arc has not yet fully unfolded.

But he suddenly froze.

Yu Chen slowly lowered his head.

He saw a rosary.

It is wrapped in a strong Buddhist aura and worn between the man's wrists.

Yuchen's chest was pierced from behind by a palm.

It took him a while to regain consciousness.

Turn your head slowly.

Yu Chen saw Du Yan standing behind him.

"You...why?"

He doesn't understand.

Du Yan was not trapped in an illusion, so why did he suddenly appear?

"She is right next to me. How can a false illusion trap me?"

Du Yan still looked neither sad nor happy.

He withdrew his hand and put his bloody palm behind his back.

Yuchen coughed.

The body slowly collapsed to the ground.

However, he still spent his last bit of strength and stubbornly grabbed Yingqian's wrist.

"Look at me..."

Yuchen opened his mouth.

With a dumb voice, he looked up at her and begged in the most humble manner:

"Yingqian, look at me..."

His life is hanging by a thread.

The illusion was broken and Du Yan was injured again.

Even his vision becomes increasingly blurry when he encounters dust.

But he was still looking at Yingqian.

Stubborn and desperate.

But in Yingqian's eyes, there was only Du Yan.

She saw that he was safe and sound.

The dark eyes finally lit up like sparks of light.

"I know that those bluffing things of his can't trap the little master!"

Yingqian shook off Yuchen's hand.

Without hesitation, he ran towards Du Yan.

Yu Chen still wants to catch it.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he couldn't control it and fell slowly.

His demonic aura is quickly dissipating.

He no longer had the strength to even raise his hand.

Yuchen's eyes widened.

I hope Yingqian can turn around and take a look at him.

Just one glance.

He was satisfied.

It seemed as if he noticed something.

Yingqian turned around.

She looked at Yu Chen's eyes that suddenly became delighted.

She walked back to him, bent down, and whispered:

"Are you worthy of their feelings?"

Yu Chen was stunned.

What else did he want to say.

But Yingqian was unwilling to continue listening.

She never looked back.

Until the surrounding white fog completely dissipated.

In this world, Yuchen no longer exists.

He didn't have time either.

Tell Yingqian what you want to say.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Ying Qian quickly ran to Du Yan, hugged his thin waist, and asked:

"Are you okay too?"

Du Yan glanced at the place where Yuchen disappeared, nodded, and said:

"Worrying you."

"Then you have to make it up to me!"

She raised her voice, tilted her head, bit Du Yan's neck, and said vaguely:

"I'm...very worried about you."

Du Yan only felt a slight numbness coming from his neck.

The tiger's teeth gnashed at the skin.

It's not really painful.

But it was slightly itchy.

Du Yan's expression softened and he patted Ying Qian's back, his voice becoming softer.

"I know."

"That's pretty much it!"

Yingqian was finally satisfied and was about to escape from Du Yan's arms, but was caught again by him.

He said:

"Aqian, I want to hug you."

Yingqian was stunned.

in her breathing.

Full of elegant sandalwood fragrance.

It is a taste unique to Duyan.
To be continued...