The Princess whispered, "A wandering ghost without a return path in the mortal world, you're unlikely to escape death today."
Beneath the melting flesh, Baili An's face was bloodily horrifying. He smiled lightly and looked into the Princess's deep, unfathomable enchanting eyes, and calmly said, "Save me."
The Princess chuckled softly, her lips curving into a mocking smile, "What reason do I have to save a little wild cat like you with sharp claws and fangs?"
Baili An replied indifferently, "It's also for your own salvation."
The next moment, the Princess frowned.
Baili An lifted his mangled finger, where traces of white bone could be vaguely seen, and gently caressed her neck with meticulous care.
Soon, her snow-white neck bore smudges of blood, further obscuring the mark of the yoke that was originally there.
He spoke lightly and slowly, seemingly unperturbed by his predicament:
