"Come, give me the little butterfly first. I need to give her a layer of protection, or she could die at any moment." King Yama's inner turmoil lasted only an instant before he spoke again. "As for how you three are going to fix this mess, I do have a few simple ideas to offer."
Xin Huohuo's heart leaped with joy, and she hurriedly presented Ye Ling's true form.
King Yama first placed the misty Bai Qi into his pocket, then took the little green butterfly. Immediately after, his hands clapped together with a PAK, as if he were trying to swat Ye Ling dead. His palms were pressed tightly together without the slightest gap, and he seemed to be using great force, giving Xin Huohuo and Mr. Hei a huge shock.
'Is he trying to crush an ant—no, a butterfly?'
However, before they could recover from their shock or understand why King Yama had done that, he pulled back his left hand. In the palm of his right hand, he held Ye Ling, once again presenting her to Xin Huohuo. "Take it."
