845. Chapter 845 Warm Hearts and Winter Snow Hidden 88
Arnold looked at Wen Yingyun for just a few breaths, but the familiar friend just now became a stranger to her. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to believe that all this was a conspiracy, but in front of her, she had to believe it. Yes,
Wen Yingyun is not like this. There must be something she doesn't know.
"Is this the reason why you have to see her?" Lu Shaohao had no expression on his face, but there was distrust in his cold eyes.
Wen Yingyun looked at him and simply answered "yes".
Inside the cabin, a cold light lit up. Lu Shaohao couldn't help but pull out the long sword from his waist. With just a simple movement, the sword edge was placed on Wen Yingyun's neck. He narrowed his narrow and cold eyes, with a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth.
With a sarcastic smile, "Wen Yingyun, do you think I will believe you? My father may believe your words, but I don't."
Wen Yingyun didn't seem to care about the sharp sword on his neck that could kill him at any time. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a taunting smile. He looked at Lu Shaohao's voice, which was as quiet as if he was saying something ordinary.
"There is no need to show me such a thing. If you want to warn you, you can just say so."
Lu Shaohao's face became even more gloomy, his cold eyes were like two sharp ice blades. He first looked at Wen Yingyun and then set his eyes on Arnold, "Let me tell you, this is on the sea. If you want to
It's best not to play tricks to survive." He sheathed his long sword and strode out with a cold snort. If his father hadn't repeatedly told him not to do anything to Wen Yingyun, he really wanted to kill him directly to prevent him from doing anything at this critical moment.
What hands and feet.
Finally, only Wen Yingyun and Arnold were left in the cabin. Wen Yingyun sighed silently in his heart. Now he is like a pumice stone mixed in between the cliffs. As long as there is a slight movement, he may plummet. He wants to help Arnold
He wanted to escape, but as a Han Chinese, he couldn't miss this best opportunity to turn defeat into victory.
Wen Yingyun stood in front of Arnold, his hands slowly clenched into fists and then unclenched again. There was an unspeakable awkward silence in the cabin.
"Wen Yingyun, what you said is not true, is it?" Arnold looked at him quietly, looking into Wen Yingyun's dark eyes.
Wen Yingyun's eyes averted and he was silent for a moment as if deep in thought, "No, those words are all true."
It was as if a thorn had suddenly been stabbed into Arnold's heart. Her expression suddenly changed, "Why?" She didn't understand. She didn't understand why Wen Yingyun did this. If she was arrested in the first place, Ah Nuo
Runa acted as an internal coordinator, but later she realized that it was impossible for Aruna alone to spread the news. And when she met Wen Yingyun, she realized that Wen Yingyun should be the one who delivered the news.
Wen Yingyun chuckled softly, "Arnuo, you may not understand, that's because you have never regarded the Song Dynasty as your country or home since you were a child. However, I do not regard the Song Dynasty as your country or home. However, I do not think of it, and neither does my uncle. No matter where we have gone in the Southern Song Dynasty,
We are at a point where we still don’t want to give up our ability to fight for the last time.” His face was full of bitterness, and he seemed to have some helplessness, “The Mongols invaded our land and regarded us Han people as slaves, we don’t want to
I may not hate them, but I will definitely never forgive them."
Wen Yingyun slowly raised his head, as if looking at something invisible, "But we are friends, so I don't want to watch you die." Finally, he smiled again, turned and left.