At this moment, Zhou Qing's whole body was tense, yet he couldn't even move his fingertips.
Shen Hanyi looked at the violently struggling Zhou Qing, the corners of her pale lips lifting into a bitter smile, as silent tears rolled down.
Then she lowered her head to gently kiss Yaoyao's rosy cheek, her fingers reluctantly tracing the child's outline before tremblingly placing the child gently on the ground.
She untied her storage bag and tucked it into the swaddling cloth.
As she stood up, she suddenly leaned forward, her bloodstained lips pressing heavily on Zhou Qing's lips, and only after several beats did she slowly release them.
This kiss carried the taste of rusty blood, salty and bitter.
"I'm sorry..." her voice was broken, "this time I have to break my promise."
Zhou Qing's eyes were about to crack, his Divine Sense was shaking madly: "No, no, don't do anything foolish, I'm here, I have an Extreme Dao Weapon, he's seriously injured now, I can definitely kill him..."
