"Ah!" Even though her back faced him, Zhen Lezhan felt the merciless blade. She closed her eyes tightly, her hands wrapped around the man's body, and her entire face stuck to Ling Zhou's white T-shirt.

"Ah!" After that, it was the man's exclamation.

This voice was not Ling Zhou.

Zhen Lezhan felt a lot more at ease. But her hands held even tighter.

The man in black held his almost broken fingers with one hand and wanted to wail, but ...