Preparation (1)

The so-called graceful lady was a good match for a gentleman.

Looking at Yin Ting's cold and beautiful face that was as red as peach blossoms, even though Shen Ping was already familiar with the shape of the white feathers, the blood of the strange beast in his body was boiling.

If not for the special environment of the underground palace, he could definitely fight for dozens of days.

As the array disappeared, the purplish-green soft armor covered her fair curves again. Yin Ting bit a strand of black hair at the corner of her lips and frowned slightly. She glared at Shen Ping and complained, "Your physique doesn't look like a human at all."

The corners of Shen Ping's mouth twitched. Wasn't this saying that he wasn't human? However, seeing that he was refreshed, he didn't fuss over it. Instead, he chuckled. "Impressive, right?"

Yin Ting rolled her eyes and simply tied her hair up.

Shen Ping asked again, "Is my secret buried deep?"