In his mind, Bai Junwang laughed heartily and said, "Jian Wushuang, such a beauty must not be let go. If you can't handle it, let me take over."
"Get lost!" Jian Wushuang chuckled and scolded.
However, at the moment the young woman approached, he did waver a bit.
Not because he was moved, but because his killing intent wavered.
His arm slowly rested on her back, a cool sensation instantly rising and surging toward his origin source. Before it reached his origin source, it was intercepted.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang's gaze changed.
It seemed like the other person knew his identity.
"Han Ying?" Jian Wushuang called her name softly.
Han Ying slowly broke free from Jian Wushuang's arm and took a few steps back.
In her eyes, a hint of sorrow appeared!
The two stared at each other for a long time, and Han Ying spoke coldly, "You are not him!"