Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Feng Yin didn't mind the tingling pain in her neck at all, but smiled lightly at Luo Ling who looked worried.

"it is good."

"I don't allow it!"

As soon as Luo Ling responded, he was stopped by Yuwen Haoyu. Yuwen Haoyu stretched out his hand and pulled her away from Feng Yin to his side, his cold eyes swept across Luo Ling's face, how could Luo Ling care so much, Not far from them, Qing Yi could stab a dagger into Zhang Shaoliang's heart at any time, so why not be in a hurry.

"Yu, you are all here, I will be fine, you told me to believe you, why don't you believe me?"

She lowered her head, wanting to break off Yuwen Haoyu's hand holding her arm tightly, but Yuwen Haoyu refused to relax at all.

Luo Ling was in a hurry, seeing Qingyi by the moat raised his dagger again, Luo Ling gritted his teeth, and pushed Yuwen Haoyu aside at an extremely fast speed, grabbed Feng Yin with his other hand, and took a few steps back .

When Yuwen Haoyu was pushed away, because he slapped the sword in his hand and accidentally injured Luo Ling, he subconsciously let go of his hand. At this time, the long sword had already fallen to the ground.

Raising his eyes and staring at Luo Ling who was pulling Feng Yin, Yuwen Haoyu's eyes flashed a trace of sullenness.

"Ling'er, don't go over there." He stared at Luo Ling closely, his tone was clearly commanding, but Luo Ling could hear some faint fear.

"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 has to take Feng Yin to change Zhang Shaoliang back, and she said: "I owe him, by I will pay it back myself, Yu, wait for me."

After speaking, Luo Ling pulled Feng Yin and walked towards the moat, but Yuwen Haoyu quickly stepped forward, caught up with them, and held Feng Yin's other hand.

"I'll go." He looked at Feng Yin firmly and said.

"No need, Ling'er can just accompany me, I'm not unwilling, right? Ling'er."

Feng Yin turned her head, looked at Luo Ling and smiled.

Luo Ling glanced at her in disgust and remained silent. Yuwen Haoyu pursed his lips, but suddenly raised his eyes and called out: "Zhang Shaoliang!"

Luo Ling was shocked, and when he turned his head to look at Zhang Shaoliang who was being held hostage, Yuwen Haoyu had already pulled Feng Yin away, but at the same moment, Qing Yi's dagger stabbed down, and the sharp blade completely sank into Zhang Shaoliang's heart , On the light blue dress, a bright red flower suddenly spread out at an extremely fast speed, which was extremely eye-catching.

In the morning, the weather was a bit gloomy, and it had already started to drizzle. After a while, the entire moat was covered with mist, which gradually blurred the sight.

As soon as Qing Yi shook his hand, his body fell into the moat behind them, Luo Ling subconsciously ran there, trying to catch the man before he fell into the river.

But her body couldn't move, she lowered her eyes and saw Yuwen Haoyu's arms tightly encircling her body, she couldn't go, she could only watch the familiar figure disappear from their eyes.

She vaguely remembered that when she was in the Fengling Palace in Xilun, she was so unresponsive every day, that night, Zhang Shaoliang appeared in front of her and said to her, I am here to save you.

Her vision was already blurry, she didn't know if it was rain or something else, her mind was blank, but she saw a man wearing a mask suddenly appear and took Feng Yin away, until finally, Feng Yin left with a smile on her face.