"Kill me!" Long Yu Qingxu didn't allow Feng Yelin to speak and spoke first, with a decisive voice that was never muddled.
She was betting on Feng Yelin's survival.
Only when he dies can Feng Yelin resist with all his strength and survive!
Facing her determination, Feng Yelin could only feel bitter.
How could he not know what she was thinking!
However, she has already paid too much for herself!
Even the person he loves deeply can no longer accept this unlimited sacrifice.
Looking at her resolute face, he suddenly smiled, his eyes full of tenderness, as if he was gently irritating her:
You stupid woman!
His momentary tenderness captivated her eyes, spilling into her heart through her clear eyes, filling her heart with misery, making her no longer feel alone or sad.
At this moment, she was satisfied.
I never thought that I would be so happy to die for him. I was so happy that I wanted to cry!!
Long Yu Qingxu's lingering gaze lingered on his handsome face...
Greedy, reluctant to move, as if saying goodbye to him...
However, Feng Yelin did not give her a chance to sacrifice.
The moment he looked back, his eyes were so calm that there was no more ripples.
The plain voice seemed to be saying something that had nothing to do with him:
"Chun Nanhe, your enemy is me. Let her go and I will let you do whatever you want. Otherwise, I will make you immortal forever!"
Chu Nanhe was also surprised by the fact that Young Master Ye had everything under control.
But he really didn’t believe in evil. What big waves could a turtle in a jar make? He sneered coldly:
"Young Master Ye, you are really arrogant. What qualifications do you have to threaten me now?"
"Not a threat!"
Young Master Ye's calm eyes did not waver, and even his tone did not have any unnecessary fluctuations.
But this light cloud and gentle wind made Chu Nanhe frightened!
He was clearly the one being controlled by others, so why did he really feel an invisible terror coming towards him?
His eyes were calm, but as cold as death, without a trace of humanity, making people feel despair.
His voice was plain, but it was like a soul-locking sound coming from the depths of hell, giving people the fear of death.