Agent Leng Fei: Playing with the Heartless Emperor

Chapter 257 You can go now
But at this time, a person fell down because of drinking poisonous blood, and Miao Ye over there said in a casual way, "There is no cure for this poison, you should stay away from her."

One-armed blood surged, "Kill my brother, I can't let you go—" Yu Bi raised his scimitar and slashed it down, "Brother came back and said I killed her—"

"Crack!" Accompanied by a flash of cold light, the scimitar fell to the ground. Mo Ling standing at the door was full of cold eyes, his eyes throbbing like clouds and snow waves. Knocking on the pillar all of a sudden, the mask shattered down, and the whiteness appeared quietly like a broken butterfly.

Mo Ling froze there. In Wanzhi at this moment, only her pale face was reflected in his eyes, pale and soft, everything was blurred, only her bloody lips were half-closed in the pool of blood, as if she was dying just to The last trace, the meaning in the eyes pierces your heart, and the desolation makes you feel miserable.

The pool of blood is dazzling and gorgeous, only her face is white, soft like a cloud, as if it would be broken at the touch of a touch, but there is a group of vicious eyes staring at her in the midst of the tragedy, trying to cut off her last breath .

Mo Ling's heart twitched suddenly - the scene in his eyes and heart was frozen in that year: it was also in a pool of blood, it was also a pack of wolves and tigers, and it was also lonely and helpless. Back then, the child was crippled. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't even He didn't even have the strength to crawl, and he used to look at the whole world with such eyes, but he didn't get any pity. In the vast world, he crawled alone, and only he knew the humiliation he suffered.

The woman in front of her is just like him back then, remembering him so unbearably, her heart is dusty and never remembered, the wound of escape is broken, her heart is bleeding, at this moment, in this situation, those eyes can no longer be warm .

Everyone saw the flames in Mo Ling's eyes, which had stood frozen for a long time, rushing towards him, pushing everyone away recklessly, and tightly hugged Wanzhi, who was covered in blood, "Don't be afraid, I'll save you—they don't care." Help, I'll save you—"

The hoarse voice actually had the meaning of gnashing of teeth. No one had ever seen Mo Ling like this. He always had a smile like a spring breeze, and he blended in with everyone with a careless and unruly attitude.

When the weapon landed, everyone knelt down, and the smell of blood was everywhere in the tent. This warm embrace, Wanzhi's consciousness that had been holding on all the time was lost, this warm embrace and love, did he remember her?With trembling hands, he removed Mo Ling's mask. As soon as his eyes touched that face, his heart felt warm. He couldn't hear or see anything, and he was babbling in a haze, and no one could hear him clearly.

The light in her eyes became soft and foggy, and Mo Ling bowed his head to listen to her, "Brother—" Then his eyes mourned, and he screamed, "Ah—" He tilted his head back. The shock of the serious injury, the heart-piercing pain passed away.

It's not that he has never seen someone die, but Mo Ling felt heartbroken at this moment. He hugged her for a long time without saying a word, as if he was hugging himself back then. After a long time, he let Wan Zhi go. Slowly sweeping across the crowd, his eyes fell on Miao Yi, "It's dead, I'm going to flatten Taiping Village now!" Then he said in a deep voice, "Get out, if she dies, don't say brother to me again—"

The silence was suffocating. They didn't have a strong sense of class, but they had a brotherhood of life and death. Hearing the words, they all stayed on the spot. Mo Ling turned around and said lightly, "There are fast horses outside, you can now gone--"

(End of this chapter)