On Ling Wu's face, there is still the same kind of smile, without any change.
But the changed fingers turned into murderous hands
Ouyang Xi's eyes suddenly narrowed to a slit, and the sword at his waist was already in his hand before others could see it with their naked eyes.
When Ling Wu's fingers first moved, the sword in Ouyang Xi's hand also turned into a cold light, protecting him and Ling Yun and Ling Fei beside him.
His sword was supposed to be swung out of thin air, but it kept making tiny clanging sounds.
Ling Wu raised her eyebrows and slowly fell to the ground.
At the same time as she landed, Nangong Xuan raised his fingers again, and the third sound of the piano finally came out
With his right hand, he lightly tapped the top of the piano body to stand the Yao Qin upright. At the same time, he caught it with his left hand and put it on his back. He looked at Ling Wu who had fallen to the ground and smiled, then turned around and walked out of the hall.
The sword in Ouyang Xi's hand also paused at the same time, just to intercept it in the direction of Ling Wu.
Ling Wu, who had already reached the door, looked back and raised her lips.
In his eyes was a smile that Ouyang Xi could understand but couldn't figure out. He couldn't help but pause for a moment. When he wanted to chase after him again, Ling Wu and Nangong Xuan had already floated out of the palace.
Ling Fei rushed from his seat to the entrance of the hall, looked around, and saw the two figures, one red and one white, who had gone away. He knew that there was no way he could catch up, so he frowned hard.
He walked back to Ouyang Xi who was standing in the hall, bit his lower lip depressedly, and whispered angrily: "Why didn't you stop her?"
Ouyang Xi felt a little bitter in his mouth, but he just curled up the corners of his mouth.
Why didn't he want to stop Ling Wu? Ling Wu, who had been searching for two years, disappeared from his side in such a sudden glance.