Face-smacking

Seeing Yan Ruyu calm down, the Bai Ze heaved a sigh of relief.

Ancestor, you old man, always saying things that you don't understand will make it hard for us subordinates to do.

"Little White, she's injured."

"Ancestor, didn't you say that you wouldn't make a move?"

Yan Ruyu's indifferent eyes swept across the audience. He then put his hands down and said: "I couldn't hold it in."

When he saw the blood marks on Zhao Shuning's delicate and white arm, he couldn't control his emotions in that instant.

"Ancestor, you have seen all kinds of situations. You should know that this kind of injury is nothing to her."

Nothing, nothing at all.

He had been too impulsive.

"But Lil 'White, she's bleeding."

How noble was the Ancestor? He was the founder of the Great Land of Dongze, the thousand-year old emperor's master that received the Nine Regions Continent and knelt in worship. Why did he look so childish right now?