Ling Wu raised her eyebrows and smiled; "Ling Fei, let's go over and take a look. If he is really just a poor man, we might as well help him plead with the guards and let him go."
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After she finished speaking, she couldn't see the sudden change of color on Nangong Xuan's face, and rushed towards the noisy place as quickly as possible.
I don't know why, but when she first heard about the fighting, she felt an indescribable uneasiness in her heart.
She didn't go directly at first because she didn't want Nangong Xuan to be embarrassed, but Nangong Xuan's appearance made her feel uneasy even more intense.
"Lingwu"
Looking at Ling Wu's arrow-like figure, Nangong Xuan's expression changed even more. He took two steps quickly, but was stopped by Ling Fei. He slightly bent his knees and said a blessing: "Prince Nangong, Ling Wu is impatient, Ling Fei will accompany you."
Walk over slowly"
Before she left Taolin, Lingwu's eyes suddenly turned cold when she saw the familiar figure covered in blood in the fight.
He took off the hairpin on his head with his backhand, paused with his feet, and his body was like a red thunderbolt, shooting in his direction.
When Lingwu's fingers passed over the piano boy, she reached out and grabbed the collar on the back of her neck, and threw it back. Then she accurately landed between the piano boy and the little thief they called, and she lifted her finger up.
The hairpin in his hand was on the tip of the sword boy behind him.
If she had been gentler, the sword boy would have felt a shock in the palm of his hand, and his whole arm would feel sore and numb. He could not hold the sword firmly in his hand and watched it fall to the ground without strength.
Glancing at the frightened piano boy and sword boy, Ling Wu's eyes were murderous.
If she hadn't arrived in time, she would have regretted it for the rest of her life.
She now finally understood where the uneasy feeling in her heart came from when she started hearing the sounds of fighting.
Because he is Ling Yun, Ling Yun who fought with her from life and death.
The tip of the sword boy's sword was only three inches away from Ling Yun's chest
Reaching out to hold Ling Yun, who was covered in blood and slightly shaky, Ling Wu's eyes became sharper, but her tone was calm: "Is this the little thief you are talking about?"