Suddenly turning his fingers, Yun Ji's whole person involuntarily fell into Zhuo Xi's arms, and the moment he came to his side, Yun Ji's body shook, and he bent down and pulled out the short sword tied to the inner thigh, and the word "Lin" engraved on it was shining. A few strands of black hair followed the sound of the wind from the tip of the knife, and a bewitching look swayed in Yun Ji's eyes.

The short sword that Yulin had taken was on Zhuo Xi's neck.

Zhuo Xi didn't seem to care, and had no intention of fighting back at her.

The relaxed expression and smile made Yun Ji's heart pound.

Suddenly, a strong wind flew out from under Zhuo Xi's feet, the sun became brighter and brighter, and the faces of the two were shrouded in warmth, and in an instant, Yun Ji, who had turned from an advantage to a disadvantage, was shackled by her opponent, and Zhuo Xi sighed softly in her ear.