"Clang~"
The sound was particularly crisp.
The sword's tip had directly pierced Song Shuhang's waist, resulting in the sound of metals clashing.
"..." Song Shuhang.
If it weren't for my powerful physical body, and the two top-tier body-tempering techniques I practice, my kidney would've been pierced again today, and there would have been no saving it.
Song Shuhang turned his head and looked behind him.
After doing so, he saw Little Yinzhu in her three-year-old form hanging from the flying sword with a bewildered look on her face—the flying sword had pierced through her coat, causing her to hang from the flying sword like a mascot.
"A'Song!" Little Yinzhu said after seeing Shuhang.
She was safe.
Royal father's kidney is mine!
❄️❄️❄️
Song Shuhang reached out and hugged Little Yinzhu.
The flying sword that she was hanging from turned into a fingernail-sized metal fragment, and returned to the puppet maiden's finger.
