Feng Yin didn't mind the stinging pain in her neck at all, but she chuckled at Luo Ling, who looked worried.
"good."
"I don't allow it!"
As soon as Luo Ling responded, he was stopped by Yuwen Haoyu. Yuwen Haoyu reached out and pulled her from Feng Yin to his side, and glanced at Luo Ling's face with a chilling look. Luo Ling didn't care about so much.
Not far from them, Qingyi could stab the dagger into Zhang Shaoliang's heart at any time. How could she not be anxious?
"Yu, you are all here, I will be fine. If you tell me to believe you, why don't you believe me?"
She lowered her head and wanted to break off the hand that Yuwen Haoyu was holding her arm tightly, but Yuwen Haoyu refused to relax at all.
Luo Ling was anxious. Seeing Qing Yi lifting the dagger again by the moat, Luo Ling gritted her teeth and pushed Yuwen Haoyu to one side at a very fast speed. He grabbed Feng Yin with his other hand and took a few steps back.
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When Yuwen Haoyu was pushed away, he accidentally injured Luo Ling because he slapped the sword in his hand. He subconsciously let go of his hand. At this time, the long sword had fallen to the ground in dejection.
He looked up at Luo Ling who was pulling Feng Yin by his eyes, and a hint of anger flashed through Yuwen Haoyu's eyes.
"Ling'er, don't go over." He stared at Luo Ling tightly. Although it was an orderly tone, Luo Ling heard a little scared.
"Yu, I'm sorry..."
She didn't know what to say. Even if he wanted to get angry and lose his temper, he could only wait until he went back. Now, she still had to take Feng Yin to exchange Zhang Shaoliang back in person. She said: "I owe him what I owe him,
I'll pay it back by myself, Yu, wait for me."
As he said that, Luo Ling pulled Feng Yin toward the moat, but Yuwen Haoyu quickly stepped forward, caught up with them, and grabbed Feng Yin's other hand.
"I'll go." He looked at Feng Yin steadily and said.
"No need, Ling'er just goes with me. There is no one who doesn't want to, right? Ling'er."
Feng Yin turned her head and looked at Luo Ling and said with a smile.
Luo Ling glanced at her with disgust and said nothing. Yuwen Haoyu looked at her tightly pursed her lips, but suddenly raised her eyes and called out: "Zhang Shaoliang!"
Luo Ling was shocked and turned to look at Zhang Shaoliang who was being held hostage. Yuwen Haoyu had already pulled Feng Yin away, but at the same time, Qingyi's dagger stabbed, and the sharp blade completely penetrated Zhang Shaoliang's heart.
On the light blue clothing, a bright red flower suddenly spread out at an extremely fast speed, which was particularly eye-catching.
In the morning, the weather became a little gloomy and it started to drizzle. Soon, the entire moat was surrounded by mist, gradually blurring the vision.
Qingyi shook his hand and his body fell into the moat behind them. Luo Ling subconsciously ran over there, trying to catch the man before he fell into the river.
But her body could not move. She lowered her eyes and saw Yuwen Haoyu's arms tightly clamping her body. She couldn't go, so she could only watch the familiar figure disappear from their eyes.
She vaguely remembered that when she was in Xilun's Fengling Palace, she was so angry that she was called Tiantian. That night, Zhang Shaoliang appeared in front of her and said to her, I'm here to save you.
Her vision was already blurred. I don’t know if it was rain or something else. Her head was blank. She just saw a man wearing a mask suddenly appear and took Feng Yin away. Until the end, Feng Yin left with a smile.