“You let go of her!”

Snow was dragged by two Asmodian soldiers toward the cliff. She was too weak to escape. He didn’t think twice and came to her, held her hand and said, “Hold my hand tight! Don’t let go!”

“Mohan, you’re back... I, I...” Snow exclaimed in great panic, her face was pale, “Mohan, help me... I’m scared... Help me!”

“Okay, you take my hand and don’t let go!”

Jun Mohan pulled her up onto the ground. She clutched him and cried, “I’m scared to death, Mohan...”

For an instant, these two Asmodian soldiers flashed and disappeared without a trace the moment Jun Mohan turned to them.

“Stay calm, stay calm... I won’t let you be in danger once more. Tell me, what happened?” Jun Mohan cuddled her in his arms, fearing that she might have died if he had came one second later.

He sensed the flute being played so he came all the way here right away. He noticed numerous Asmodian soldiers along the way that he knew something serious must have happened in the Fairy Land.

“I...” Snow quivered and leaned closer in Jun Mohan’s chest, she was sweating, “I have no idea... I don’t know what’s going on... She changed, very horrible, her looks, everything’s changed. It is she that allies with the Asmodians...”

“She? What are you saying, Seven? Who is ‘she’?”

“Phoenix! It’s Phoenix! She made these Asmodian soldiers throw me down the cliff!”

Jun Mohan was stuck, “What are you saying?”

He looked away to the direction that Snow pointed out and saw Phoenix who was standing in a near distance.

He was stunned!

Overwhelmingly!

He wanted to grill her about something, but he swallowed his questions down. He was just wondering how she became like this and what exactly had happened.

Her gray hair. And all these blood all over her face and her body...

She was adorable when he left. How could she appear to be this tragic in such a short period of time.

Jun Mohan set Snow aside, and walked one step after another toward Phoenix, whose long, narrow, bloodshot eyes fixed on her. Then he scolded, “What’s the matter with you? Uh? Why you look like this?”

“Jun Mohan...”

Finally, she saw him again. She just had so much to ask him, she had so much to tell him.

But in reality, what she said was merely that gentle calling for his name.

He’s back.

Would he believe her?

No, he’s not gonna believe her words...

“Tell me the truth, why you became like this?”

“I...” Phoenix suddenly felt dizzy, a sense of familiar smell rolled up from her stomach and she spat some blood. She just couldn’t hold it anymore.

She didn’t fall on the ground but into a warm and cozy bosom.

All his doubts and coldness were gone immediately, he unconsciously turned extremely nervous： “Phoenix!”

“I didn’t... ally with the Asmodians... no...” She explained even she was suffering that her face was as pale as death, wounds were all over her body and her eyes were too aching to open.

Although this man had never believed her.

“Jun Mohan... I promise you... I will not follow you, please... please save my...” Please saved my baby, saved our baby.

She was mumbling, but her voice was softer and softer that Jun Mohan could hardly hear what she said.

Then she spat some blood once again, which soaked his shirt. Jun Mohan felt something was scorching his chest as well as his heart.

The girl in his arms was in a coma. He suddenly felt a sense of terror when holding her cold body.

“I know, I know... Please stop saying. It’s gonna be okay... Phoenix, hold a minute... Did you hear me...”