"Luo'er!" Xuanyuan Yu frowned deeply. He stretched out his big hand and gently wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, "I don't understand..."
Ye Fengrou looked at this scene, with deep hatred flashing in his eyes. Why was the person in his arms not her? Why was the person who could make him so nervous not him?
She was unwilling, so unwilling! She wanted that woman named Ling Luo to die!
"If a woman like Ye Fengrou can't be solved by me personally, it would be meaningless."
Ling Luo stood up with force and pushed Xuanyuan Yu's arms away, with a bright smile on her lips: "This is my battle, I must defeat her."
Xuanyuan Yu's heart was extremely shocked.
He looked at her steadily, unable to look away at all.
"If you understand me, just leave and leave me alone." Ling Luo took out two pills from the black jade space ring to stop bleeding and relieve pain, and cut off nerve pain sensation.
Xuanyuan Yu took a deep breath and felt that the little man at his heart was wielding dozens of axes, carving out his heart fiercely.
This time, he turned around and left without hesitation.
He knows her thoughts and understands her persistence.
After Xuanyuan Yu left, Ye Fengrou's face became obviously much paler, and even the smile on his face was a bitter smile.
"Ling Luo, you are really looking for death. If there is a way to heaven, you will not take it. If there is no way to hell, you will throw yourself into it."
The bleeding stopped and the pain stopped due to the medicine. Ling Luo obviously felt much more relaxed.
"Ye Fengrou, you are talking about yourself."
"You are so stubborn even when you are about to die." Ye Fengrou's face turned cold, and she waved her warm sleeves, "You guys, come on!"
Ling Luo curled her lips slightly, quickly formed a seal with her hands in front of her chest, and with a tinkling sound, she used the moonlight wind chime.
The beautiful seven-leaf exquisite petals, exuding a faint silver light, slowly rose to the top of Ling Luo's head.
The wind chimes were tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, and the air was filled with an indescribable aura of sadness.
With the moonlight wind chime as the center, as the moonlight becomes more and more beautiful and the sound becomes more and more pleasant, the emotions of everyone on the arena become more and more sad.
This was the first time that Ling Luo used the moonlight wind chime from the temple to fight. She didn't know how powerful the artifact left by Lord Moonlight was, so she could only mobilize her vitality as much as possible and control it carefully.
Who doesn’t have sad things?
On the arena, the thirteen men slowly knelt down, with tears streaming down their faces. Some kept grabbing the ground with their heads, and some even stabbed their own flesh with knives.
Ye Fengrou, on the other hand, was going crazy. She kept crying in the direction of Xuanyuan Yu in the audience: "Why don't you like me? If you don't like me, I might as well die!"
Xuanyuan Yu glanced at Ye Fengrou coldly, as if he was looking at some garbage, and said in a deep voice: "Then you can just go and die."
One sentence completely triggered a wave of sadness in Ye Fengrou's heart. She burst into tears and couldn't control herself.
Ling Luo raised the corners of her lips slightly, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and activated the power of the moonlight wind chimes to the maximum extent.
The sad atmosphere in the air has reached an extreme.
Even the students watching the battle in the arena, some of whom were not well-educated and could not withstand the sound wave, couldn't help crying secretly.
Ye Fengrou could no longer resist the grief, so she took out a sharp gold hairpin from her black bun, pointed it at her heart, and stabbed it out.