"You want to do something to her, and you want compensation." A flash of danger flashed in Sheng's eyes.
"How about I give you to me! You're not a bad person anyway!" Fanyin Yichen continued to mutter without thinking.
"Fan-Yin-Yi-Chen." Sure enough, when he got angry, Fan-Yin YiChen stopped when he saw that it was good, and immediately stepped out of the way and disappeared.
"Sanskrit Ran Sheng, look below!" Only this sentence was left hovering in the air.
Fanyin Ran Sheng looked at the jungle full of thorns. The thin woman had fallen among the thorns, her body was covered with scars, her dress was stained with blood, and her face was pale. However, she did not give up and kept fighting. He moved his body and crawled forward.
"I must...can...leave here..." An Xiaoruo found it difficult to speak now. His body was covered in bruises and was already in disrepair, and blood was flowing along the winding path.
Suddenly, a white light appeared in front of his eyes, and a tall and straight body blocked An Xiaoruo's path.
An Xiaoruo weakly raised his head and looked at the beautiful young man in front of him, his eyes full of firm persistence: "You said you wouldn't stop me."
Fanyin Ran Sheng knelt down and supported An Xiaoruo. His eyes were full of pity, and he sighed helplessly: "Do you have to leave here?"
"Yes." No one can change An Xiaoruo's decision.
"Can't being hurt like this change your decision?" Fanyin Ran Sheng didn't want her to leave. He didn't want her to leave like this, but he didn't want her to get hurt even more.
"If I don't let you leave, will you hate me?" There are various complex emotions intertwined in his beautiful eyes. An Xiaoruo can't see clearly what he is thinking, but even if he is like this, she will not change his decision.
"Maybe..." An Xiaoruo looked at him deeply, and then said, "No."
"Why?" He was confused as to why he didn't hate himself.
"You must have your own difficulties! Otherwise, why did you say those strange words?" An Xiaoruo will think about it now, but he doesn't know what Fanyin Ran Sheng's difficulties are.
Fanyin Ran Sheng did not speak. Just for a moment, the terrifying surroundings turned into sunshine again. The sea of roses surrounding the castle came into An Xiaoruo's eyes again, and the air was still exuding the fragrance mixed with sunlight. The fragrant scent of roses.
Even the pain on the body gradually disappeared, the tattered clothes began to change, and began to heal like a wound. The thick blood no longer adhered to the skin, and the whole person seemed to have been reborn.
Fanyin Ran Sheng held An Xiaoruo tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his life. The strong fragrance of roses on his body was so reluctant to let go.
"Sheng you?" An Xiaoruo felt that everything was as incredible as a dream.
The next second, Fanyin Ran Sheng pushed An Xiaoruo away again and stood in front of An Xiaoruo like a mountain.
"You go!"
Still indifferent, as unsullied as an immortal, his perfect side face was coated with a layer of golden light by the sunlight, but such an indifferent tone had a hint of ruthlessness.