All the blood drained from Zi Chen's face, and it was difficult to pronounce the words: "Sang Yu, you..."
Sang Yu generously raised the hands held by the two of them, "That's what you see."
After that, without waiting for his reaction, she held Linfeng's hand and walked past him.
Zi Chen subconsciously stopped her: "Sang Yu, can you... please stop making me angry?"
His eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry.
Sangyu nestled lazily in Linfeng's arms.
"Who told you that I was angry with you?"
"That you……"
"Well, we are true love." Sang Yu glanced at Linfeng tenderly, but was too lazy to talk to Zi Chen, and the two teleported away.
Zi Chen looked at their departing figures, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't be restrained and flowed down.
If he had seen his true feelings clearly earlier, he would definitely be the one holding hands with her...
But now, it seems that no matter what he does, he can't keep her at all.
No, no.
There must be a way.
…
When Linfeng was found by Zi Chen, he had just had a sparring session with Sang Yu.
Sang Yu was not there, and Zi Chen, who had been following him all the way, finally couldn't help but walk out.
Linfeng retracted his sword and looked at him with a smile: "Shenjun Zichen, isn't it hard to follow this journey?"
"I am no longer a divine king." Zi Chen looked indifferent, "You are obviously not high in cultivation, why do you know that I am following you?"
"I don't want to know either, but you smell so strong of vinegar that you can smell it from thousands of miles away."
"But it's a pity that my sister is mine and she only likes me."
The young man's face was full of provocation.
Zi Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore and drew his sword to strike at him.
But the young man with extremely low cultivation level did not flinch at all. Every move he made in return was extremely powerful, and in the end, he seemed to be able to surpass him.
Zi Chen was shocked and had to use all his strength to deal with him.
But he didn't know that this just played into the young man's trap.
Just when he stabbed him with a sword, the young man not only did not hide, but also allowed his sword to penetrate into his body.
Warm blood splashed on his face, and for a moment of shock, his body was suddenly pierced by something.
He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at Chi Ling passing through his chest.
Puff.
Chi Ling was pulled out from behind.
The girl looked past him expressionlessly and supported the shaky Linfeng.
Her eyes were full of worry: "How is it?"
Linfeng's face was pale, the ends of his eyes were red, and his eyes were moist, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
"Sister, it hurts so much."
"It's okay, sister will take you back to heal."
Zi Chen covered his heart and watched the girl help Linfeng leave.
She didn't even look at him the whole time.
Zi Chen looked at the blood spreading from his heart, falling drop by drop to the ground, along with his tears.
what to do?
What should he do to save her.
Sang Yu was too far away from the Demon Palace, and Linfeng was seriously injured, so she could only treat him nearby first.
After finally stopping the bleeding, she was about to put some clothes on him when the boy hugged her waist.
The young man looked straight at her.
Sang Yu's face burned: "What to do?"
"I want to kiss my sister."
As soon as she finished speaking, the boy's kiss fell gently on her lips.
His hands were not idle, he held her on his lap and lifted up her skirt...
"...Your injury hasn't healed yet?"
"Didn't the bleeding stop already..."
"But it hasn't healed yet..."
"Then I'll be gentle..." The young man chuckled softly, but the movements in his hands were not gentle.
Sang Yu blushed and bit him on the shoulder.
…
ps: Ahem, eat some more meat, it is expected to be finished tomorrow.
