"Except for my husband, every man who's touched me must die!"
Hearing these words, Yang Chen felt deeply moved in his heart.
But Ye Xin's fierce attack had already come his way.
Whoosh!
The short stick whipped by with a whistling sound, grazing Yang Chen's ear and making his bangs flutter.
And at that moment, Ye Xin had already twisted in mid-air, swinging the stick heavily towards Yang Chen's head.
Yang Chen lowered his body, sliding to the side to dodge Ye Xin's attack.
Seeing Yang Chen's nimble movement, a cold gleam flashed in Ye Xin's beautiful eyes.
Immediately, Ye Xin pushed off with her foot, her figure quickly darting out, appearing behind Yang Chen the next second.
Just as Ye Xin was about to attack, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
She had sensed it!
Suddenly turned her head.
Yang Chen was already standing behind her.
Bam!
The short cloth stick, condensed from the colored ribbons in Ye Xin's hand, whipped towards Yang Chen fiercely.
