Xi Qianxue only felt as if her bones were shattering within her body, the pain unbearable. The opponent was too strong; she exerted all her strength, but was not a match.
At this moment, despair rose in her heart.
However, just as that despair surged, a figure in a vivid red that she used to dream of in the midnight hours suddenly entered her sight.
'Am I seeing things? Or am I dying, that I would see him at this moment?' Xi Qianxue's heart did not feel much excitement; instead, she became exceptionally calm.
"Hey, are we saving her?" Ji Yaohua looked at the two people beside them and asked, watching Xi Qianxue flying towards them.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, Mu Qingge's eyes narrowed, his body already shooting out, leaping into the air to catch Xi Qianxue's falling form.
At this moment, a man with fierce eyes glared at them through his disheveled hair.
