Tightly closing her eyes, wielding the Plain Cloud Realm Banner in a bout of wild waving, she could block the overwhelming black mist but couldn't stop Xingtian's fists.
Seeing Xingtian charging straight at her, a red ribbon danced in the air, wrapping around her slender waist. Nezha pulled hard, and Princess Long Ji spun along the ribbon, flying toward Nezha, who caught her in his arms.
Princess Long Ji felt herself being embraced by someone and hurriedly opened her eyes. She then gazed at Nezha with her big, watery eyes, motionless.
Princess Long Ji didn't understand what it meant to be captivated in just one glance and to fall for countless lifetimes; she just felt her heart racing, her face heating up. This Daoist friend was exceptionally handsome.
Nezha wasn't thinking of anything else, carrying Princess Long Ji while using his Space Divine Power to flash several times in succession, finally finding a collapsed palace for shelter.
