Then in the next moment, the color returned to Gu Nishang's face, and her eyes regained clarity. She stared fixedly at her hands, which were firmly held by Lu Qian, and a flush of red spread across her fair face, her eyes widening suddenly.
"You're courting death!"
Boom!
Lu Qian only felt a gust of wind pressure coming towards him, his breath hitched, and the hairpin atop his head snapped instantly, sending his hair flying wildly.
With a whoosh, the slender fist abruptly stopped in front of Lu Qian's face, the wind from the punch rolling into waves that grazed Lu Qian and surged towards the passersby. Surprised cries erupted, and some who were caught off-guard lost their balance and fell to the ground.
In an instant, a cold sweat broke out on Lu Qian's body. Thankfully, Gu Nishang stopped her hand at the last moment; otherwise, with this punch, caught unprepared, he would die, truly die.
