The Covenant of Two Worlds: The Prince's Ghost Concubine

Chapter 60

The interlaced white moonlight spread strangely.

Yi Xueqing opened her tear-filled eyes, "Why did you help her?"

Qin Yang frowned and pursed his lips, but he couldn't tell why!
The tears in Yi Xueqing's eyes had long disappeared, and then the corners of her mouth hooked up, and she smiled wickedly, "Since you are unhappy, then I won't do it, but you have to leave here with me."

"Okay." Qin Yang frowned, half-closed his eyes, and agreed without hesitation.

Su Ling raised her eyes in disappointment, looked at his cold back, and resolutely turned away.

There was a heart-piercing cry from the dense forest, and that shrill cry spread over the entire dense forest.

When Qin Yang turned around and met Yi Xueqing's eyes, the golden sword in her hand was no longer in her hand, but on Su Ling who was screaming heart-piercingly.

Su Ling raised her eyes with difficulty, just looking at Qin Yang, a trace of hatred and despair flashed in her eyes.

Everyone was shocked by Su Ling's cry.

At night, it is as thick as a green lake dyed with ink, hazy and weird.

In the cool moonlight, the dark clouds were densely covered, and the dense density concealed all the conspiracies, including the dozen or so ghost soldiers who were walking briskly under the clouds.

Su Ling vaguely heard the rustling voice not far away, and left nervously with difficulty.

Seeing that Su Ling wanted to leave, Yi Xueqing was about to step forward to intercept her, but Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and had endured you long enough!

She reached out and pushed Yi Xueqing out, and then chased after Su Ling.

Leng Yingying frowned, not wanting to waste any more time with Lin Daochang, grabbed Changming and Lan Bin's clothes and flew away.

Su Ling endured the pain from the golden sword piercing his back, and hid in the inn. A dozen ghost soldiers appeared in the inn, and the sparse voice made Su Ling's trembling body stop abruptly.

Two lines of tears fell silently from the corners of my eyes, I was never afraid...

The door creaked open, and Su Ling buried her head in her knees, not daring to see those ghost messengers.

Qin Yang looked at Su Ling who was curled up in the corner with distress, and clenched his fists, hating himself for being incompetent.

Moved, walked slowly, squatted in front of Su Ling, stretched out his hand, stroked Su Ling's hair distressedly, felt Su Ling's body tremble, and muttered to himself, "Don't come over..."

(End of this chapter)