C209 Wounded Poplar October

"No! Don't touch me! Help!"

As if reflecting light, the girl protected her chest with one hand while pushing Mo Xiyan's hand outwards with the other. At the same time, she screamed loudly.

"Yang Shiyue, don't be afraid, I'm your uncle's disciple. I'm here to save you."

Mo Xiyan quickly grabbed back her wrist and channeled a wisp of wood gas into her body. At the same time, she comforted her