In the dense Ancient Forest, the black-robed elder's gaze was incomparably sinister, his left hand behind his back, as he walked step by step towards Ye Ming and Xiao Hui.
Zi Zi Zi.
A surge of golden Gang Qi suddenly burst from the black-robed elder's right palm, condensing into an incomparably sharp sword light, hovering above his palm, as if it could shoot towards Ye Ming and Xiao Hui at any moment.
"No, stop!" Ye Ming's entire face lost its color, and he said with utter despair.
"Husband, marrying you in this life is the happiest thing for me. In the next life, I still want to be your wife." Tears involuntarily flowed from the corners of Xiao Hui's eyes, filled with an intense reluctance.
Death was not frightening to her; she just couldn't bear to leave Ye Ming like this.
Because she still wanted to accompany Ye Ming for a lifetime.
Unfortunately, she feared she wouldn't be able to do so.
