Watching the two of them leave, their backs gradually fading away, Ying Ce's smile finally returns to calmness.
Yong Ye is furious, "That barbarian is so shameless! He hit someone and still struts around here! Master, are you just going to let it go like this?"
"Not at all, I've arranged to let me have three moves."
His tone is carefree, like a child who has obtained a toy.
Yong Ye is speechless, "Who the hell wants his concession! Master, if you make a move, wouldn't you beat that barbarian to the ground looking for his teeth!"
He smiles lightly, without responding.
Yong Ye is extremely helpless, suddenly noticing the hand lifted from under the blanket, flesh and blood already a blur!
"Master! Why do you do this to yourself? If you really can't bear it, just take her back!"
Yong Ye dares not casually guess his master's thoughts, but he has long realized one thing.
Master... towards the Princess... is afraid...
