Planting it on her hand, he recognized it.

He was willing to bear the consequences when he was impulsive.

"Means to deal with me?" The light in his eyes flashed, Le Sang's eyes fell on his right hand, and a yin test smiled: "If I cut your hand with your sword, what should you do?"

Although the sound contains no smile, this tone is definitely not a joke.

Chu Yun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise, and couldn't say a word.

Has his hand with his sword?

This is not equivalent to abolishing his kung fu and turning him into an abandoned person.

This punishment ...

"Why, I'm afraid?" Le Sang straightened up, his face returned to a cold.

Chu Yun heard the eyelids slowly, and a few strands of green silk were scattered on the face. He was silent for a few seconds before he said slowly: "I'm not afraid of death.

As soon as he was heavy, Chu Yun's eyes turned red.

It is said that men do not have tears and do not bounce lightly, but who knows, but has not reached the sad place.

He will not be sad for himself. He will only be sad for His Royal Highness Ning's life.

That's what he, from the heart.

If he couldn't protect His Royal Highness Ning, he couldn't follow His Royal Highness Ning, then he would make it meaningless.

Rather than breaking the arm, it is better to die.

Le Sang listened to his heart, staring at him with a complicated eyebrow, and suddenly smiled: "It's really a loyal subordinate. Should I be happy for Dongfang Liyuan, or should I feel sad for you?"

"Chu Yun is not sad." Holding his chest, Chu Yun didn't want to return.

With the control of His Royal Highness Ning, he was his wish in his life. Now he has accompanied the half of the life of King Ning. He is not sad.

"Then I let you understand what is sad." Le Sang snorted, and immediately shouted at the air: "Take the sword."

"Yes." At the moment when Le Sang's dialect fell, the seemingly uninhabited place suddenly flashed a man in black.

Walking in front of Le Sang in two steps, the man in black kneeling with one knee, with his hands with his hands: "Princess."

Chu Yun's face suddenly became pale. Does this princess really want to cut his hand?

If he couldn't help him, he saw Le Sang's elegant sword, and his fair fingers touched the blade of the white light of Sensen, and a satisfactory smile was overflowing in his eyes.

"Being sharp enough, you should cut off an arm without the power of blowing ash." As he said, Le Sang also held his horn handle twice in the air, as if taking a better angle.

Chu Yun's face had long been white and had no blood. He glanced at his arm on his eyes, and a pain flashed with a trace of pain in his eyes.

His Royal Highness Ning, Chu Yun can no longer protect you.

Without this arm, he is a waste man, and he has no face to live in this world.

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The sound of the sound of the sword in the ground, and the sword of Le Sang suddenly was put on the shoulder of Chu Yun's right hand.

Chu Yun didn't ask for mercy, but closed his eyes coldly.

Everything is his fault.

Le Sang did not feel merciless. Holding the handle of holding his horn slowly, the bottom of his eyes flashed, and he had to cut it down from Chu Yun's shoulder.

"Leave someone under the knife." Without waiting for her to make the strength, a warm voice rang in time.

With a secret smile, Le Sang raised his head lightly.
Chapter completed!