Angelina saw the situation and gritted her teeth slightly, kicked up the lance, turned around, and her legs carved a half-arc in the air full of power, while the Abyssal White Flower acted like a sharp weapon, its tip suddenly exploding and accelerating towards Jason.
At the same time, she leaned down to catch Xu Xiaoyou, who almost stumbled to the ground, and held her in her arms, only then noticing the extent of her injuries. The girl's long hair was draped down, her delicate face drained of blood, pale like transparent porcelain covered in cracks, her once beautiful eyes trembling as they closed.
Her blood kept flowing, soaking through the sleek trench coat, and half of her clean face was covered in crystals. Angelina suddenly thought that this person looked pleasing when silent.
She wrapped Xu Xiaoyou's legs and shoulders, letting her forehead rest against her chest, took a deep breath, and slightly exerted force in her legs.
