After listening to Ye Jiangxue's words, Ling Ziliang also instantly felt the seriousness of the situation. However, he still rolled his eyes to Ye Jiangxue and left a cold sentence: "Meng Xian and I have parted ways long ago!"

He finally escaped from Meng Xian's claws. Now, what does Ye Jiangxue mean? Do you still want him to go back and whisper to ask Meng Xian? Asking for someone is a matter of asking for someone once, asking for twice, but asking for three times is a waste!

No, no! Absolutely no! Ling Ziliang glanced at Ye Jiangxue sideways, as if he saw dangerous objects, quickly jumped into the safe range, looking at her with a panic look on his face, and did not dare to let out.

Seeing Ling Ziliang retreating, as if he was seeing a ghost, Ye Jiangxue's eyes became even more dim. She took two steps forward and said in a deep voice: "Are you really going to watch him die?"

The red clothes were like the rising sun in the sky, the swaying red flames were in full swing, his dark purple pupils were entangled and depressed, dark and dull.

Thoughts rolled in his heart, he was full of indifferent, but he was full of entanglement. What kind of existence Meng Xian was to him? Ye Jiangxue probably didn't know about this, right?

She... actually... actually asked him to find Meng Xian?

These words were like five thunders thunder, which instantly caused Ling Ziliang's brain to be short-circuited. He couldn't say a word for a long time. His dark and deep eyes stared at the blue-black stone slab with a little uneasy, and his heart was full of thoughts.

Going to find Meng Xian? No, that doesn't mean seeking death. Ling Ziliang thought about it over and over again, but in the end he still didn't muster up the courage.

In my mind was Meng Xian's back, who was leaving in a scorching clothes. He had already said that he would never interact with each other since he had not kept the promise of that year. Now, how should he muster up the courage to look back?

But if he didn't look for Meng Xian, it would be like he ignored Yan Junqing's life and death. In this way, not only did his conscience not let him go, but Ling Zhexiao would never let him go.

Ling Ziliang's spine slowly became stiff, and a face gradually shattered, with cracks all over his face. He turned his back to Ye Jiangxue, and asked stiffly: "Is there really no other way?"

Even if there was no hope, he was unwilling to turn around and look for Meng Xian.

Maybe I used to avoid Meng Xian like a snake or a scorpion, but now I don’t hate it, and I don’t need to avoid it. However, I owe too much, and no matter how helpless I don’t know how to continue to owe it.

It was obvious that there was helplessness in Ling Ziliang's eyes, and Ye Jiangxue's eyes seemed to be dyed with night, and it became a little deeper.

She pursed her lips tightly, her face was filled with a gentle smile, and a bright yellow shirt covered her thin shoulders. Her long black hair was flying down, and the broken hair on her forehead covered the sad face between her eyebrows and eyes.

Ling Ziliang must be persuaded that Yan Junqing's wealth and life were all on him. She bets like a bet, and in her opinion, all hers was only Yan Junqing.

The fragrance of peach blossoms was flowing secretly, and the morning wind was refreshing with a refreshing smell. Ye Jiangxue's clothes flew over, and she felt a little more confident on her face. She continued to ask: "Only you can do this. If you don't save Yan Junqing, you won't want to leave my Southern Jin Palace."
Chapter completed!