What just happened happened too fast. Before Xia Yihan, who could not see her eyes, had time to react, the frightened voices of the guards could be heard in her ears.
Shang Yang is dead?
Xia Yihan moved and followed the smell of blood to Shang Yang's side, where he was only three steps away from Hu Ling'er.
Hu Ling'er covered her shoulders with her hands and watched helplessly as Xia Yihan squatted down and felt the pulse of Shang Yang's neck. She trembled slightly and then slowly stood up.
Dressed in white and charming, he looked unusually quiet under the moonlight.
Those unfocused eyes were looking at her, knowing that he couldn't see her, but the hurt and pain inside them fell deeply into Hu Ling'er's eyes.
He clenched his fists tightly, his pursed lips trembled slightly, and he stared straight in Hu Ling'er's direction, neither of them speaking.
The blood from the wound was flowing more and more, but Hu Ling'er seemed not to feel the pain. She only knew that her heart hurt so much.
Xia Yihan doesn't believe in himself, he actually doesn't believe in himself...
"Ling'er..." I don't know how long it took before Xia Yihan spoke, but he only said two words and couldn't say any more.
The large amount of blood loss made Hu Ling'er's will a little weak. She didn't want to waste time with him anymore.
Taking a deep breath, Hu Ling'er said coldly: "Xia Yihan, I just want to ask you one thing. Do you suspect that everything I have done these days is just to get the lotus heart in you?"
"I..." Xia Yihan wanted to say no, but thinking about the increasingly cold body at his feet, his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't open his mouth.
Hu Ling'er waited for a long time, but still didn't get his answer, but it was already clear in her heart.
"Hahaha, good, very good, really good!" She suddenly laughed, laughing hoarsely, laughing ironically and sadly.
Her eyes were filled with water, but she resisted letting it flow down.
Even if he couldn't see it, she wouldn't cry in front of him.
That sound of laughter was like a sharp knife piercing into Xia Yihan's heart, making him feel so uncomfortable.
Holding back his guilty conscience, Xia Yihan took a step closer to Hu Ling'er and said softly: "Ling'er, we will talk about other things later, but you must return this lotus heart to me, because it is related to the fate of my entire Qixia Kingdom."
"Really?" Hu Ling'er finally stopped laughing, the corners of her mouth raised in contempt, her eyes turned on Xia Yihan and the group of guards standing behind him, and then said: "If you want Lianxin, catch me
Say it again!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Ling'er turned around and ran into the forest behind her.
As soon as Xia Yihan's footsteps moved, she was about to catch up, but after only two steps, her feet suddenly stopped and she seemed to freeze.
Then he slowly, slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched the ground. The thick grass was wet, and the warm smell of blood hit his face.
This is where Hu Linger was standing just now. She... was injured?!
So much blood...why didn't he feel it at all just now? Why didn't he believe her?
Xia Yihan swayed and fell to the ground.
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Ah ah ah, it’s a hot day, it’s time to abuse, it’s healthier to abuse...