Song Xiaomei had not expected such a sudden attack.
She could only hug Qin Yue anxiously and protect her with her own body to help her block the last attack.
Bang!
A muffled sound was heard. The strong wind pressure blew Qin Yue and Song Xiaomei's hair, exposing their fair skin. They were also shocked.
However, the expected death did not appear. They did not even feel any pain. This made Song Xiaomei and Qin Yue feel a little lost. They looked up in confusion.
However, it was not a big deal when they looked up. Their little heads were stuck in a paste at the same time.
In front of them, a winged elf was flying in the air. Its small body was very soft. It was only the size of their palms and was very cute.
However, that was not the main point. The main point was that the little elf's fair little hand actually blocked the bald man's fist, and it looked very relaxed.