68 SAVING PRINCE LONG YUE (1/2)

They were not good friends, that is for sure. Even their first encounter did not end well. She does not have any good impression towards this Prince Long Yue, but still, she cannot let him die just like that.

She was not heartless, her conscience will definitely haunt her until her last breathe if she witnesses him die at her front while she just stands idly at his side doing nothing.

”What are you doing??? Get away from here!”

Prince Long Yue try to push away the stranger who uses its own body as a shield to block the attack of the harpies.

Everything happens so fast! He saw the same harpy who took his wand launch an attack aiming to scratch him, but before it could even land, the stranger put himself between them and the harpies.

As a result, the harpy managed to scratch the forearm of the stranger. Yet for some unknown reason, instead of frantically attacking them after the first successful scratch, the harpies halted their onslaught.

The harpy who manage to scratch the stranger shriek and flew away in panic. While the remaining harpies crumple their nose upon the sight of the blood. They also flew away one by one!

It seems like the Harpies were so disgusted at the presence of the blood and they cannot stand the sight of it.

Yet this idea seems absurd and contradicting cause the harpies have been wreaking havoc for quite some time now that the smell of blood almost blended perfectly on the air.

But that did not stop them and instead, it was as the whiff of the blood in the air serves as an aphrodisiac for them.

He can still see flocks of harpies assaulting other warlocks in the ship, only the harpies who attack them were scared witless and flew away in a hurry.

Befuddled by this sudden turn of events, Prince Long Yue observed the stranger who apparently, saved him in a hair's breadth.

The man has an average looking face, freckled cheeks and pointed chin. He was skinny and look a little bit malnourished compared to the body of a normal man. He seems to be at the same age as him. All in all, there is nothing out of ordinary about this guy.

The lanky young lad was hugging Prince Long Yue at his side while his right arm has a glaring wound and blood was continuously gushing out from it.

This position should have been a romantic if only the present Mu Lingxi was not in her disguise.

Prince Long Fuzi felt awkward for unknown reasons upon seeing his dear young brother in the embrace of some young lad of unknown origin.

”You're hurt!”