"Ding Hao is my friend. You may not like him, but you'd better not threaten him," said Xie Jieyu, with a pretty face that could be broken by blowing and flicking. Like a thousand-year-ice, she was coldly elegant and decisive.

"I... I..." The mole teenager trembled and was frightened, looking ghastly pale.

"Hum!" Xie Jieyu sneered, raised her hands to withdraw her bloody sword, looked up at the others and said word by word, "Ding Hao is my friend. I invited him to ...