A moment later, Xiao Fei Lin... or rather, the now much larger Fei Lin, snapped out of her daze.
"Eee..."
She rubbed her red-rimmed eyes and blinked, her lips forming a slight pout. Lifting her head, she scanned the darkness before her. The moment she saw Han Ning smiling at her, the sorrow on her face vanished. The black longsword in her hand dissolved into innumerable black tendrils, which crawled up her arm and disappeared into her body.
Then, her feet shifted slightly.
WHOOSH~
A gentle breeze washed over him.
Han Ning felt something in his arms, cool to the touch like jade, yet soft like a human body.
Undead Creatures were unlikely to possess the same body temperature as a normal human.
Feeling the surprising resilience of the body in his arms, Han Ning impassively loosened his embrace.
There was no denying Fei Lin was a great beauty, but just like with Yin Yi, he had always regarded her as a daughter figure.
