Feng Yichen listened to the sound of wind blowing behind her, her handsome eyebrows tightened tightly, she hugged Long and silently flew away from the place, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Both of them were a group of people in white clothes. They spun around a few times and landed on the ground.
In the empty space with nowhere to go, the posture is as graceful as a gorgeous waltz.
Feng Lenglie stared at Long Momo in Feng Yichen's arms with a frown, her face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and she said coldly, "Let her go! Otherwise, you will never leave Prince Lie's Mansion alive today!"
Feng Yichen hugged Long Momo tightly, her eyes full of ridicule, "Do you think I will be afraid of you if you say that? Feng Lenglie, didn't you hurt her enough? Do you have to have her die?
Are you willing to give up?"
"You still need to take care of the matter between me and her!" Feng Lenglie held a long sword and pointed it directly at Feng Yichen. His firm lips were pursed tightly.
"Let me go first!" Long silently raised his eyes, met his gentle and watery eyes, and said softly.
She was really greedy for the warmth and the faint smell of vanilla in his arms, but she knew more clearly that this arms did not belong to her.
"Mo Mo!" Feng Yichen called in a low voice, his eyes full of tenderness. He didn't want to let her go. From the moment he saw her again in the palace, he had no intention of letting her go.
Long Momo looked at his deep and clear black eyes, and saw clearly the true love in the deepest part of his eyes.
This was the first time she stared at him so seriously, and it turned out that his friendship for her was real.
Feng coldly watched the two of them looking at each other affectionately. He clenched the sword in his hand and stabbed Feng Yichen without hesitation.
Feng Yichen gently pushed Long Momo away, and fought with Feng Lenglie with bare hands. Petals flew wherever the sword energy touched, and looked particularly beautiful under the sunset.
Two figures were flying up and down in the air, Feng Lenglie's moves were ruthless, and Feng Yichen's moves were ruthless.
Long Mo looked anxiously at the two people fighting. She didn't want to see Feng Yichen injured. However, at this time, the unarmed Feng Yichen was obviously at a disadvantage.
She looked around in panic, where was the man in black who was inseparable from Feng Yichen? Why wasn't he there at the critical moment?
Little did she know that in order to see her, Feng Yichen left everyone behind and came to Prince Lie's Mansion.
Long Momo's anxious forehead was sweating. If the beating continued, Feng Lenglie would definitely kill Feng Yichen.
After a few rounds, Feng Lenglie's sword, which was about to hit Feng Yichen's neck, suddenly turned and stabbed towards his heart.
Feng Yichen obviously didn't expect that he would make a feint, so he didn't dodge quickly and could only avoid the fatal blow by turning sideways.
The sword grazed his shoulder, and bright red blood splashed to the ground, staining his white clothes red.
Long Momo's heart was already in his throat. When Feng Lenglie stabbed Feng Yichen mercilessly with his sword again, a white figure flew towards Feng Yichen like a butterfly. Long Momo blocked it with his body.
In front of him.
"brush"
The gleaming sword stabbed straight at her.
Long silently stared into Feng's cold, dark eyes, his merciless killing intent, and the sharp and cold sword edge, which was only half an inch away from her throat.
It seemed as if the sword would pierce her throat as soon as she took a breath.
Long Momo stretched out her right hand that was red, swollen and blistered, gently pinched the tip of the sword, and said coldly, "If the prince wants my life, just take it, don't hurt other people!"
Feng Lenglie saw clearly the injuries on her hands, and shock flashed in her eyes. Her hands were more seriously injured than Xuan'er's.
Just when he was lost in thought, Feng Yichen ignored the wound on his shoulder, hugged Long Momo who was standing in front of him, and backed away.
"Momo, are you hurt?" He pulled her over and checked her carefully.
"I'm fine, but it's your injury!" Long Momo looked at his still bleeding shoulder and couldn't help but feel distressed. If it weren't for her, how could he let Feng Lenglie get hurt?
She reached out to touch his wound, but he stopped her.
"Silent, no!"
Feng Lenglie kept staring at Long Momo's injured right hand, with deep regret in his eyes.
"Let her go, and I will let you go. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." Feng Lenglie raised his sword again and pointed it at Feng Yichen.
Long Momo knew that Feng Lenglie was a person who kept his word. She pushed Feng Yichen away and retreated step by step towards Feng Lenglie who was holding the sword. "Go away, you are not welcome here!"
After saying that, he turned around, walked to Feng Lenglie's side, stretched out his hand to press his sword hand, and said, "Let him go!"
"Momo!" Feng Yichen called in surprise.
"Don't you understand what I mean?" Long Momo turned around to face his affectionate eyes and said in a deep voice, "You are injured now. If you stay here, you can only die. I don't think you are so foolhardy.
Man! Are you here just to die? People can only have a chance if they are alive."
Feng Yichen looked at her in shock, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Momo, I will come again!" He knew that Feng Lenglie would not hurt her, otherwise he would not try his best to find a way to detoxify her.
He made a promise to her, turned around, and flew out of their sight.
"Are you so afraid that he will die in my hands?" Feng Lenglie threw away the soft sword in his hand and pulled her into his arms.
There was a smell of cigarette grease and gouache on him, which made Long Momo's stomach churn. It must be the smell of that woman.
"My lord, please let go!" She said to him, resisting the urge to vomit.
"You don't like me touching you that much? Why were you so comfortable when you were in his arms just now?" Feng's cold eyes were filled with anger. Why does this woman always want to challenge his limits?
He reached out and grabbed her injured right hand and raised it high.
His lips accurately captured hers, she was his, and he would never let anyone take her away.
As he came closer, the scent of jujube filled her nostrils. She struggled to push Feng Lenglie away, but he didn't move at all.
Helpless, she dodged his kiss with all her strength and spat out with a "wow" sound, and all the dirt was deposited on his clothes.
Feng's cold, wide eyes looked at the sour and smelly liquid on his body with disbelief, and then turned his gaze to her. This woman was so presumptuous that she dared to do this to him.
"I've asked you to let go, but if you don't listen, I... vomit..."
This time, Long Momo broke away from his shackles very easily, lay down on the side and vomited. She had not eaten for a day, so apart from what she had just vomited on Feng Lenglie, she was now only there.
Retched.
Feng Lenglie stretched out his hand to unbutton his coat and threw it directly to the ground. Looking at Long Momo who was in pain on the side, he stepped forward, patted her back and asked, "How are you doing? I'll send someone to call the doctor right away."
Long Momo suppressed the turmoil in his stomach and waved his hand at him, "No, as long as you stay away from me, that's all."
She looked like she was chasing away a nasty fly, which made Feng Lenglie's handsome face, which had just recovered, darken immediately.
