Yue Yang was almost scared to death. He reached his bloody hand out to sense her breath and found that she was still breathing. He also groped her developed, tightly bound chest, and found that her heart was still beating, although it was very weak. Sensing this, he heaved a sigh of relief. Yue Yang let go of the mysterious beauty lightly. Struggling to stand up with his entire body in a mass of cuts and bruises, he shook his head at the Marquis of Zi Jin, who was smiling maliciously and looking pleased with himself. “If I were only fighting by myself, I would perhaps have long been dead with so many injuries. But I have a beast whom I share my life with, so you are dreaming if you want to kill me.”