A demonic-bird shaped flying puppet soared above the swirling clouds in the sky. Its back was wide and smooth, capable of holding six to seven individuals. Of course, at this moment, there were only Ye Chen and Murong Qingcheng on it.
Ye Chen's both hands were holding Murong Qingcheng her in an embrace, taking in her fragrant body scent.
The two had come closer during their time at Mysterious Murky City. They hadn't gotten to the final base, but they had already done everything else. At this moment, Murong Qingcheng's face was not covered with black muslin, and her beautiful face was right before Ye Chen's.
Eyebrows like a peacock's plume, supple flesh, exquisite nose standing tall, spotless and unusually red lips…Murong QIngcheng's dense black hair rolled down along her hairs, a few strands floating at the tip of Ye Chen's face. Seeing Ye Chen's gaze, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
'Sleeping in a beauty's arm, waking up by the sword!'