Long Chen remained silent, still silent.
"Answer me." Leng Yueyan said.
"There's nothing to say, stupid or stupid, this is me, Long Chen. If you want to laugh at me, just laugh at me." Long Chen shook his head.
Long Chen also felt that he was stupid. With his decisive character, he should never show mercy to someone who wanted to kill him.
But for some reason, he just couldn't do it. Deep in his soul, it seemed as if there was a voice that kept telling him that if he killed Leng Yueyan, he would regret it.
Before taking action, Long Chen had maintained the most rational attitude and was determined to kill Leng Yueyan, but with the opportunity presented to him, Long Chen was unable to take action.
This has nothing to do with what Donghuang Zhong said back then, and it has nothing to do with reason. It is an unknown instinct.
Leng Yueyan lowered her head and slowly pulled out the long sword from Long Chen's body. Leng Yueyan's jade hand gently brushed Long Chen's chest, and the wound healed immediately.
At that moment, all Leng Yueyan's murderous intent disappeared, as if she was no longer a terrifying murderer, but an ordinary person.
"How long do you plan to touch it for?" Leng Yueyan looked at her chest and asked calmly.
Chapter completed!