As though she did not hear his words, Yun Luofeng stopped in front of Ling Shuang. Then, before he could react, Yun Luofeng's leg knocked into his chest and sent him flying back.
Ling Shuang landed on the floor in a battered state and kept spitting out blood. He was about to start running, but a countless number of weapons were propped on his chest, chilling him to the bones. He could not help but shiver. He knew that Yun Luofeng would not be merciful or lenient toward him, so he pleadingly looked at Huang Yingying.
"Yingying, consider our previous short-lived relationship. Have her spare me this time."
Instantly, everyone's gaze turned to Huang Yingying with shock in their eyes. They did not expect a young master of the North Province Governor's Estate to have had a short-lived romance with the Saintess of the Witchcraft Tribe.
