Chapter 83: Destroying the little secret guard 043
Song Huaiye and Anyang Yi suddenly had a quarrel. They both knew that each other was reborn, so this fight also involved the dispute in their previous life.
The carriage drove quickly through the forest, picking up fallen leaves from the ground.
Behind him, several secret guards shuttled through the woods, chasing the carriage.
Song Huaiye's ears twitched slightly, and he angrily scolded Anyang Yi beside him.
"Shut up, someone is chasing you."
Anyang Yi subconsciously looked behind him, and saw several black shadows coming menacingly behind the carriage.
Seeing this, Anyang Yi panicked instantly and tugged on Song Huai's sleeves, urging him to drive faster.
Song Huai felt a sharp pain in his forehead at night. At this moment, he couldn't understand how he could fall in love with such a woman in the first place.
Jiang Tingting's eyes in the carriage were cold. She didn't know when she untied the rope, and a sword appeared out of thin air in her hand, and it was placed directly on Anyang Yi's neck.
Anyang Yi was frightened by the sudden appearance of Leng Jian. She turned around tremblingly and saw Jiang Tingting with a casual and dangerous expression.
Before she could say anything, Jiang Tingting raised his sword and cut the side of her neck. The blood instantly flowed out like a brake, and the biting pain made Anyang Yi scream heart-rendingly...
Song Huaiye was startled, and the carriage almost overturned, but he kept steady and continued driving. However, Anyangyi was thrown out of the carriage, fell heavily to the ground, and was caught by the secret guard behind him.
"Listen, calm down."
Jiang Tingting should calm down. She just wants to vent her anger now. These two people ruined her wedding and dared to tie her up and beat her.
The child of destiny must live to be seventy years old and cannot die...
Jiang Tingting paused for a moment while holding the sword, and then a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Holding the sword, he easily broke Song Huaiye's arm.
【323: The host is greatly Σ(°△°|||)︴】
Even if you cut off one arm, you can still live to be seventy years old.
Song Huaiye made a sound of pain. He never expected Jiang Tingting to be so cruel.
Due to a broken arm, the carriage driven by Song Huaiye lost some control, and both of them were thrown out on the edge of a sharp turn.
Jiang Tingting almost fell off the cliff, but fortunately Xie Chengchao appeared in time and held her arm, and she was able to stand firmly on the edge of the cliff.
"Listen, are you okay?"
Before Jiang Tingting could calm down, he suddenly realized that his ankle was tightly grasped by a hand.
It was Song Huaiye, and the corners of his mouth were raised with the slightest hint of uncontrollable sternness.
"Since it is irreversible, then I will destroy you and die with me!"
Song Huaiye used all his strength to pull Jiang Tingting, and Jiang Tingting fell down.
Xie Chengchao's eyes were red and he clutched Jiang Tingting's hand.
"Song Huaiye!! Let go and listen!!"
On the edge of the cliff, Jiang Tingting was held tightly by Xie Chengchao on the cliff, and her ankle was pulled tightly by Song Huaiye. Song Huaiye undoubtedly brought death with her...
Veins popped out on Xie Chengchao's forehead. He couldn't bear the weight of two people at all, and his arm was a little broken. If he didn't let go, he would never want his arm again.
"Xie Chengchao..."
Jiang Tingting's eyes were more gentle, and her red wedding dress was fluttering in the wind.
"Listen! Don't let go! I can save you!" Xie Chengchao's eyes turned red, and he tightened his grip on Jiang Tingting's wrist.
"I also want to marry you..."
Jiang Tingting peeled off Xie Chengchao's hand amid his scarlet eyes and heart-rending calls...
"Listen-listen!!"
[323: The host's death point is greatly advanced due to harming the Son of Destiny...]
The clothes are fluttering, the wind blows the red wedding dress, and the falling color is bright...
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Xie Chengchao’s perspective
The white cloth in the mourning hall was fluttering in the wind, and the general in red robes held the memorial tablet with a gentle but slightly sulky expression.
"Listen...liar, promised to marry me..."
"It doesn't matter, I just have to go to church..."
The mourning hall was empty, and Xie Chengchao held the memorial tablet and worshiped the heaven and earth. This scene looked strange.
After praying to heaven and earth, the man lay down in the coffin, gently hugged the body of the woman in red, and murmured:
"Little secret guard, wait for me."
A touch of blood spilled from the corner of Xie Chengchao's mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes...