He stretched out his thick hand and wanted to grab Wang Aoshuang's arm.
Suddenly, a loud and anxious voice came from behind, "Let her go."
The few people turned their heads and saw Ling Ang and Zheng Yan rushing over quickly with a row of bodyguards.
Ling Ang stood in the middle, his body exuding a cold and arrogant aura, and there was burning anger in his eyes.
Wang Aoshuang looked at Ling Ang's figure, as if a drowning person suddenly caught a piece of driftwood, and his nervous heart relaxed in an instant.
The man in the leader saw that there were many people on the other side and did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He pushed Wang Aoshuang to the side and prepared to fight.
The people on both sides immediately started fighting fiercely.
When Ling Ang saw Wang Aoshuang lying on the ground, he hurriedly walked over and helped her up, and asked anxiously: "Are you okay?"
Feeling his familiar breath coming, her heart eased a lot, and she shook her head gently, "I'm fine."
He immediately comforted her, his voice full of warmth, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out."
The war between the people on both sides became more and more intense, and the shouts, shouts and pain mixed together, making Wang Aoshuang feel frightened.
The people who were fighting blocked the door, and Ling Ang had to pull Wang Aoshuang to wait for the opportunity.
The situation on the scene became more and more messy, the decorations in the hall were broken by collision, and glass splashed everywhere.
Ling Ang was afraid that the fragments would fly over to hurt her, so he quickly surrounded her with his body.
Sure enough, a vase flew out as a weapon and landed heavily on the ground, and the debris spread out around it.
A sharp and sharp fragment flew over quietly and penetrated deeply into the skin behind Ling Ang's neck.
A large stream of blood suddenly surged from Ling Ang's neck, and the severe pain suddenly made his eyebrows gather.
Wang Aoshuang's face changed drastically. Just as she was about to speak, Ling Ang covered her mouth, "Don't make a sound, so as not to attract the other party's attention."
She quickly grabbed his hand away and lowered her voice, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Your...a neck is so bloody."
He grabbed her hand, "It's okay, I can hold it."
"No, I have to find a medicine box to help you stop the blood first." She said that and wanted to break away from his arms.
He grabbed her and said, "Don't go, I'll take you away immediately whenever I have the chance."
"But..." She was about to cry.
There was a hint of relief in his tone, "I don't feel any pain when I see you are still so anxious."
She was both angry and funny, "You are still joking at this time."
"Really, I thought you hated me to death."
She lowered her head and didn't say anything, she didn't hate him, she was just angry.
After all, the two of them have experienced so many things, how could they say they wouldn't love them? In fact, she was still very nervous about him.
At this time, the confrontation between the two sides had begun to widen the distance, and the other party was at a disadvantage.
The bodyguards quickly forced the other party into the hall, leaving a way out.
Seeing this, Ling Ang immediately pulled Wang Aoshuang out of the door.
The man in the lead just now saw that the two were about to leave, and immediately picked up a fruit knife on the ground and flew towards the two.
"Be careful behind it." Zheng Yan shouted anxiously.
Ling Ang felt a powerful force flying over behind him. He quickly turned around, and a sharp knife flashed with silver light, flying towards Wang Aoshuang's back.
His heart suddenly stopped, and without thinking, he suddenly blocked behind her.
The sharp tip of the knife cut his clothes and penetrated it straight into his shoulder blades on the back.