Yi Lin was no longer an ordinary person at this moment.
Even though he was on the Spirit side, his Strength Attribute surpassed many newcomers on the Strength side.
If he truly went through with this knife hand tech, Ling Yiyi, an ordinary person without any reinforcement, would only end up with a fractured cervical vertebra.
Ling Yiyi seemed oblivious, with a bright smile: "I don't know why, but recently I've been seeing things more clearly, even Meng Meng is surprised at how fast my vision is recovering."
"Really?"
Yi Lin's knife hand paused just a few centimeters away from Ling Yiyi's fair neck. A difficult-to-describe pained look appeared in Yi Lin's eyes. He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths of cold air, and then transformed his knife hand's motion into a gentle stroke, brushing Ling Yiyi's soft hair.
"You have snow in your hair."
"Thanks."
Ling Yiyi's lips curved into a beautiful arc.
But somehow, Yi Lin felt a chill in his heart.
Xiao Xi was right.
Indeed,
