"Anyone who tries to harm her—even as a joke—must die," a lethal aura swarmed Qin Yushen's eyes, emitting an absolute scent of death.
The young man's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously took a half step back, "I... I was just kidding." He didn't want to be a coward, but the man before him truly frightened him.
"Just this once!" Qin Yushen warned the youth, his icy voice mixed with an undeniable deadly seriousness.
"Okay," the young man quickly nodded. Although there was no fluctuation of Spiritual Power on the man before him, intuition told him that this was not a person he could afford to provoke.
"Find us a place to rest," Qin Yushen commanded.
"Follow me," the youth resignedly led the way. Well, just consider it bad luck then.
Qin Yushen turned around, his body weakly leaning on Song Yan Ning's shoulder, "I have no strength, let me lean on you for a while."
