Her eyes had never been so gloomy as they were now, and her gaze was cold to the bone. Those three inches of sunlight seemed like they would never be able to live in her heart again.

"Yes, as long as you are here, it is meaningful." Leng Sha grabbed her shoulders, "Even if you don't love me, having you by my side is enough."

Murong Qianqian did not speak, but the corners of her lips slowly raised a smile, but it was a mocking smile, a cold smile, laughing at herself.

"Qianqian, don't do this, please don't do this." Leng Sha looked distressed, but she hoped that Murong Qianqian could cry instead of forcing herself to be strong like this.

"Are you instigating Concubine Meng behind her back?" Suddenly, Murong Qianqian asked coldly.

In fact, she had long felt strange. Since Meng Fei had been thrown into the cold palace, how could she appear in Haoxuan Palace, and where was the eunuch at the door?

"You..." Leng Sha trembled and took a step back.

Murong Qianqian looked at him indifferently, without resentment or hatred, just like looking at a person she had never met before, "Thank you for letting me know the truth."

Leng Sha: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he no longer knew Murong Qianqian. Wasn't she a woman who could cry whenever she wanted and laugh whenever she wanted? Where had her innocence, her naughtiness, and her willfulness gone?

Why, now that she knew it was him who was causing mischief behind her back, she could still look at her calmly and say thank you lightly.

"Qianqian, I just want you to know that Xuanyuan Yao is not worth it." Leng Sha rushed up and hugged Murong Qianqian tightly, wishing to rub her into the bones.

"I know." Murong Qianqian murmured in a low voice, but her eyes fell on the bright yellow robe not far away.

The wind blowing quietly from the entrance of the cave gently lifted up the robe embroidered with dragon patterns. The untied black hair was a little messy and no longer as docile as before.

The bloodshot eyes were still deep, but they were no longer warm. Their eyes were cold, angry, and full of murderous intent, staring straight at the two people hugging each other in front of them.

Leng Sha felt the fierce gaze behind him, turned around, and saw Xuanyuan Yao standing in the wind, with murderous aura erupting from his body.

"Let her go!" Xuanyuan Yao clenched his silver teeth tightly, his fingers almost sinking into his flesh.

With a curl of the corner of his lips, Leng Sha took Murong Qianqian into his arms, with an imposing manner, "What if I don't let you go?"

Xuanyuan Yao narrowed his eyes, "That's death!" He pulled out the sword in his hand and without any hesitation, stabbed directly towards Leng Sha's lifeline.

Leng Sha immediately stood up, took out the ecstasy flute from his sleeve, and rushed forward with lightning speed.

Since Leng Sha was seriously injured in the last battle with Xuanyuan Yao, he began to study other martial arts diligently. In the past half year, he has made rapid progress.

Although Xuanyuan Yao was superior in martial arts, he had not rested for three days. In addition, he was obsessed with hurting his body and thinking about Murong Qianqian. Therefore, although his sword moves were sharp, they were full of mistakes.

Leng Sha saw this and counterattacked. The two of them were within a hundred moves, and it was considered a tie. There was no way to tell the difference.

Murong Qianqian raised her head and looked at the two people fighting in the air, but her pupils only reflected that bright yellow figure, that familiar face that was already unfamiliar.

There was a dark green beard on his chin, his face was pale and haggard, and there seemed to be a thin layer of dust between his eyebrows, making him look a little embarrassed.

We haven't seen each other for a few days, but looking at each other quietly at this moment, it seems that countless years have passed and we have already separated each other from the ends of the world.

Xuanyuan Yao, why did he come to me? Is she still valuable to him?

Murong Qianqian smiled bitterly and looked away, then turned around and walked silently into the forest. That's it, never see each other again, never get entangled again.

"Qianqian~" Behind her, Xuanyuan Yao called her name loudly.

Not sure if it was an hallucination, Murong Qianqian felt a little dazed. She paused, but still did not turn around until she heard a painful moan behind her.

Turning around suddenly, he saw that Xuanyuan Yao had been scratched on his arm by the cold brake because he was distracted, and blood flowed out, staining the bright yellow sleeves red.

Her heart felt as if it had been hit hard by a hard object. She felt ridiculed. She was obviously being used and used as a pawn, but why didn't she hate him but worry about him?

The ecstasy flute flew up in the air, turned into a sharp blade, and pierced Xuanyuan Yao's chest, but he looked at her and completely forgot to resist.

"No!" Murong Qianqian shouted in hiss.

Leng stopped his hand, and the ecstasy flute that was about to pierce Xuanyuan Yao's chest suddenly stopped. At the same time, Xuanyuan Yao turned his wrist and swept back with the sharp long sword.

Under the sunlight, the sword blade was reflected with a cold light.

However, just when Xuanyuan Yao was about to stab Leng Sha, a pink figure approached like a ghost, pulled Leng Sha away with one hand, and struck back.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yao suddenly sheathed his sword, and the blade just passed through Murong Qianqian's hair, and a strand of black hair slowly drifted down.

The sword energy returned to his body, but Xuanyuan Yao was injured by his own internal force. His throat suddenly felt sweet, but he bit his lip tightly and swallowed the blood.

"Are you desperate for your life?" He looked at her standing in front of Leng Sha and felt an urge to go crazy.

Murong Qianqian looked back at him coldly. Could she say that she just saw Leng Sha's Ecstasy Flute heading towards him, so she rushed towards him regardless of her life?

No, because she saw a look of pain in his eyes. Since he could use her as a pawn, why didn't she take revenge on him?

"Yes, I can give up my life for him!"

Leng Sha looked at Murong Qianqian excitedly and lost his voice: "Qianqian, you..."

Xuanyuan Yao's figure swayed, and the mouthful of blood finally spat out from his mouth. He roared angrily: "Murong Qianqian, you are my woman."

"No, I'm just your pawn." Murong Qianqian turned her head away, not daring to look at the blood at the corner of his mouth.

You can't be soft-hearted, you can't be soft-hearted, are you willing to go back and be a pawn again, waiting for a fate like Meng Fei, who was ruthlessly abandoned in the end?

"Chess piece, haha~" Xuanyuan Yao looked up to the sky and laughed, his body collapsed into a bow shape, "Even if you are a chess piece, you are also my chess piece, so don't try to take away my things."

Oh, he finally said this in front of him. Isn't this what he wanted? Why did he still feel so dizzy that he would rather just fall down like this?

Murong Qianqian gritted her silver teeth tightly, she could even feel the blood coming out of her gums, and the smell of blood filled her mouth, so disgusting.

In his empty sight, he suddenly saw Xuanyuan Yao's figure leaping up, a shadow shrouding his eyes, and a panicked exclamation in his ears.
Chapter completed!