The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

270 What Is Yan Ye Afraid of?

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Sensing that she could breathe freely and that there was still a fragrance in her mouth, Beiting Huang frowned. Just as she was about to sit up, she opened her eyes and saw a pair of purple eyes.

The worry in his eyes was so intense that Beiting Huang could even feel the fear hidden in them.

Fear? He was a Divine-level Expert and Alchemist who could refine Divine-level medicinal pills. What was Yan Ye afraid of?

Feeling the pain from Yan Ye’s grip, Beiting Huang’s fingers barely moved. Yan Ye’s fair fingers loosened a little, but he refused to let go of her. As if to confirm if Beiting Huang was really awake, he closed his eyes and opened them. In front of him were Beiting Huang’s black jade-like eyes. She was staring at him with wide eyes. Only then did he pull Beiting Huang into his arms.

No one knew how scared he was while Beiting Huang was in a coma. His rationality told him that Beiting Huang was only injured and would definitely wake up after taking a level-seven Divine Spirit Pill. However, he still couldn’t help but be afraid.

“Who are you? Your eyes are so beautiful. Can you give them to me?” That year, she had met him amidst the sky and clouds. She caressed his face and her light voice was like an oriole leaving the valley. Her bright eyebrows were like long, beautiful curls.

“Ye, let’s fight a decisive battle. I’m going to lose this battle. I’ll be at your disposal!” That year, the horn rang and the clouds surged. She stood on the back of the nine-colored dragon phoenix and pointed the soft sword in her hand at his glabella. Her heroic spirit was boundless, and her aura devoured mountains and rivers.

“Ye, I’m sorry. I hid it from you. I wanted to be your wife so much, but I can’t hide it from you anymore…” That year, the fiery red wedding dress couldn’t hide the blood seeping out of her pores. Blood flowed from her seven orifices. Her glass-like eyes locked onto him tightly. The broken expression in her eyes told him that she had no regrets in death. That night, the moon was full. That night, the blood moon illuminated the demon palace. In his arms, she disappeared like fireworks. From then on, he was alone for ten thousand years. The moon was like a bittersweet reminder.

Every time he slept, he would reminisce about it over and over again. The moment he held her hand and prayed to the heavens and earth to let them become husband and wife, her words would echo in his ears over and over again, comforting his lonely heart.

“Ye, I’m fine. I’m fine!”

She felt that this powerful man was worried about her and was afraid that she would die. Although Beiting Huang wanted to torture him 10,000 times, she was the one who took the initiative to run into his combat circle. Speaking of which, she really couldn’t blame him. “By the way, Ye, where’s that Sacred Beast?”

Beiting Huang jumped up from his arms and rushed out. She made a wrong step and almost stepped on the fire at the entrance of the cave. If Yan Ye hadn’t reacted quickly and hugged her, she would have been burned to ashes.

“Phew!” He let out a long sigh helplessly. Yan Yehuai hugged her weak body and couldn’t help but complain, “Can you slow down? Even if you rush out now, you won’t be able to see him.”

“Did you really kill him?” Beiting Huang was a little anxious when she heard that. “Hey, I was going to tame that guy and make him my contract beast while he was about to die from your beating.”

Yan Ye’s purple eyes stared at her affectionately and he couldn’t help but smile. He raised his hand and caressed her face with the tip of his thumb. “I didn’t kill him. I won’t want to kill him again in the future. If he’s smarter, he’ll take the initiative to look for you after I leave.”