A masculine voice rang out, and right after that, a figure appeared right beside Lylia.
"Noan!" The moment Lylia saw him, she was instantly overjoyed, but then fear surged up and she hurriedly said, "Run, now! You are not her opponent! She is…"
Noan glanced at Lylia, smiled, and cut her off. "Don't worry, leave this to me."
Even though Lylia was still extremely anxious, with countless questions in her heart, in the end every question could only turn into a single sentence: "Then… be careful."
Noan gave a slight nod, his gaze shifting to Neline.
Truthfully, she was very beautiful, her looks able to rival Lylia's. It was just that… her beauty carried a chill and a gloomy darkness, as if the whole world owed her something.
Neline furrowed her brows slightly, confusion rising in her heart. She had been certain that within a five mile radius, she had already cleared everything out.
She wanted to make sure no one would save Lylia, forcing her to submit and become Neline's slave.
