“Joyless… Joyless…”0

Inside the Lampfire Palace, Ye Qing was hugging Feng Qingyou tightly while feeling like someone had turned his head inside out. Blood was pouring freely out of his orifices and pores, and his energies were churning about like a storm in the sea. He himself was completely drenched in blood as if he had just been scooped out of a blood pool.0

He could vaguely hear someone crying out to him, but his consciousness was so muddled that it took him over ten breaths before he finally awakened.0

Still caught within his embrace, Feng Qingyou asked urgently and with deep worry, “Joyless! Are you alright?”0

“Cough! Cough… I’m fine, I’m fine. I just feel a little dizzy, that’s all.”0

Ye Qing gave his throbbing head a shake before asking, “How do you feel, Qingyou? Are you alright?”0

“I’m fine. You protected me,” Feng Qingyou replied weakly after a quiet cough of her own.0

“Good, good.”0

Ye Qing let out a sigh of relief when he gave Feng Qingyou...0