He bit his red lips tightly, Qian Ling took a deep breath and said with a blank expression: "Don't worry, my Luo Qianling's blood will not drip on you again!"

For some reason, Qian Ling couldn't help but want to cry.

This man, this heartless man, actually said such cold-blooded and ruthless words after she tried her best to save him.

Just a bastard!

He grabbed the Hehuan Flower beside him and ignored Ye Wujue. Qianling turned around and walked towards the direction of the royal palace.

"Bastard Ye Wujue, bastard Ye Wujue, cold-blooded guy, inhumane! Ingratitude! He actually treated me like this! Bastard!!!" Qian Ling cursed as he walked, not caring about Ye Wujue behind him, or could hear her scolding.

"Luo Qianling."

"What are you doing!" He turned his head fiercely to look at Ye Wujue. Perhaps because Han Du just passed by, his face was extremely pale. After glanced at him, Qian Ling turned his head over again, not allowing himself to be soft-hearted.

They were all disliked, why did she use her hot face to touch her cold butt?

"You are in the wrong direction." He didn't look at Qian Ling, but just stared at the Hehuan Flower that was pinched in her palm, with a cool gaze.

"Who said I was going back to the palace? I just wanted to go back and relax. You can go back by yourself. Anyway, you are lively and don't need me to take care of you." Throwing the Hehuahua in your hand at Ye Wujue, not caring at all if it would anger him.

"Don't be too mean, go back with me." Ye Wujue wanted to go forward and hold Qian Ling's hand, but she avoided it.

"I won't go back!"

"Go back with me, I don't want to repeat it again." After sinking down, Ye Wujue obviously began to get angry.

"No!" Turning his head, Qian Ling refused.

When his hand touched his bleeding wound, Ye Wujue's words echoed in his ears. Don't let your blood touch me again. Thinking of it, Qian Ling only felt a soreness in his nose.

"Ye Wujue, why do you dislike me?" He questioned Ye Wujue, but found that when she turned around, the man had already left.

In the misty fog, Qianling only saw Ye Wujue's back, becoming more and more blurred.

He actually left her alone and left: "Ye Wujue, you are just a bastard! Why are you crying? Luo Qianling, when did you become so useless? Don't cry!"

She tried desperately to wipe away the tears that flowed from the corners of her eyes, but the faster she wiped the more tears shed.

What's wrong with her?

Why did Ye Wujue's words make her so sad?

Did she fall in love with him?

"No, Luo Qianling, you have to go back to modern times. How can you fall in love with the people here? No, no, be awake!" He patted his face, but no matter what Qianling did, the tears were flowing more and more.

"Luo Qianling, don't cry!" She felt more and more stuffy in her chest, and a fishy smell spread in her throat. She felt a dizzy sound. Qianling felt dizzy. In order to prevent her from falling, she quickly held a tree and squatted down.

"Ye Wujue, are you really leaving me?"

"When did I leave you?" The tall figure blocked the sun in front of Qian Ling, and raised his head suddenly, and the man was standing beside her.

"I left, why are you going back? Didn't I tell you that I want to relax by myself?" Qian Ling hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. When he saw Ye Wujue, he was clearly happy, but he was still stubborn.

"Let's go, go home!" He stretched out his hand to Qian Ling.

After thinking for a while, Qian Ling slowly placed his hand in Ye Wujue's palm. The moment she wanted to get up, the fishy sweetness in her throat suddenly became worse.

puff.....
Chapter completed!