When he was pushed aside by Zheng Chen, Han Ling used the dagger on his waist to cut off a few pieces of Wuji Stone, held them in his hands, and quickly ran "Candle Shadow Shake Red".
While he was condensing his inner strength, Zheng Chen trapped Shi Song with flames, apparently siding with him and Zheng Yu. Judging from his interaction with Zheng Yu just now, he seemed to be an acquaintance.
However, Han Ling knew that no one was worthy of trusting him wholeheartedly. After Zheng Chen appeared, Zheng Yu's attention was completely fixed on her, which was not a good sign. At this time, he gathered his inner strength, firstly to prevent Zheng Chen from being unable to resist Shi Song; secondly, he was afraid that Zheng Chen would not be able to hold back and actually kill Shi Song; thirdly, it was also to prevent Zheng Yu and Zheng Chen from betraying him.
With so many thoughts in his mind, Han Ling was thinking about it when the ring of fire in front of him suddenly dissipated, leaving only thick smoke billowing all over the ground.
Han Ling coughed a few times, but saw only one figure walking out of the thick smoke, and it was Zheng Chen who was dragging a heavy sword.
For a moment, he almost thought Zheng Chen had killed Shi Song, and the blue light between his fingers flickered. He suppressed his emotions forcefully, and the next moment, his heart finally fell back into his stomach - there was no blood on Zheng Chen's heavy sword, and there was not a trace of blood on his red clothes. The smoke and dust dispersed, and the stone pine and coral knife disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Han Ling hurriedly stepped forward to thank him: "Thank you, hero! Han Ling has nothing to repay for the hero's life-saving grace!"
He was only halfway through his words when he heard a "bang" sound beside him. Han Ling turned his head and saw that Zheng Yu had fallen out of the wheelchair and was lying on the ground, crawling towards Zheng Chen with his arms alternately.
"Ah...sister! You are still alive, I know, I know you are still alive."
"It's really you...it's really..."
"elder sister……"
She crawled as she spoke, her fingernails already filled with dirt and grass, her voice trembling, and she couldn't help but choke. Her thin arms were trembling, unable to support her body. Zheng Chen hurriedly left Jun Yan, stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and held Zheng Yu in his arms.
She only shouted "Xiao Yu", but Zheng Yu couldn't help it and started crying in her arms.
"Why...you are obviously alive! You lied to me! I knew you were alive, but you deliberately didn't let me find you!"
"why why why!!!"
"You don't know anything!! You-"
"Ah——!! You don't know anything, you lied to me, you...sister...why did you——"
She grabbed Zheng Chen's shoulders tightly and bumped her head against Zheng Chen's chest. Tears fell on her clothes drop by drop, turning a red color darker than blood. Zheng Chen's eyes were also slightly red. She patted her sister's back comfortingly and coaxed a little awkwardly: "Okay, okay, Xiaoyu is good. It's all my fault. It's all my sister's stupidity, eh?"
Zheng Yu didn't buy it at all. Her sobbing was so urgent and heavy that Zheng Chen almost suspected that she was going to die. When she was finally tired, she pressed against Zheng Chen's chest and gritted her teeth and said:
"Sister...are you really, are you really alive?"
Zheng Chen grabbed her hand, pressed it on his cheek, and said with a smile, "You touch it."
She secretly wiped away the tears on her side, and let Zheng Yu's fingers touch the bridge of her nose and eyelashes, and pinched her cheeks twice. Zheng Yu's hand touched her broken brow bone, and he couldn't help but tremble. She touched her scar, and just then she stopped crying, and her eyes became red again.
"Why are you always like this? You always feel bad, and you don't know how to bandage it."
Zheng Chen hugged his sister carefully and kept joking with her in a gentle voice: "Xiaoyu, I am good at bandaging now, and I can also tie bows. But I still can't tie my hair. Can you help me comb my hair?" she said. , while patting Zheng Yu on the back, but when she found that Zheng Yu's eyes were fixed on one position motionlessly, her heart that had just soared with joy sank inch by inch.
"Xiao Yu," she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Zheng Yu, but her pair of gray-blue glass eyes did not move at all. Zheng Chen's voice also sank as her heart sank, "What's going on? Can't you see with your eyes? Did that person over there do it?"
After she finished speaking, the dagger from her waist suddenly flew out and was hanging by the neck of Han Ling, who was approaching in small steps. Han Ling hurriedly raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, but he did not miss the flash of red in Zheng Chen's dagger. After thinking for a moment, he decided to take a gamble and said loudly: "This trick used by the hero, but Zhuying Shake red?"
Zheng Chen turned around and looked at him. His expression didn't change, but his eyes became much colder. The inner energy in her palm flickered bit by bit, and the dagger flashed dangerously red in the air. Zheng Chen looked at Han Ling and said in a bad tone: "Mr. Han, who told you the name of this technique."
Zheng Yu, on the other hand, stretched out her hand to hold Zheng Chen. She lay on Zheng Chen's shoulder and back, and her voice had a lazy nasal tone: "Sister, Han Ling is my partner, not a bad person. My eyes are not caused by him. As for the candle shadow shaking red, it was Sister Fu who taught him."
Zheng Chen was stunned for a moment: "Is it her?"
She glanced at Han Ling, then at Zheng Yu, and finally believed Zheng Yu, but did not take back the dagger. She held Zheng Yu's hand, but still stared at Han Ling coldly.
"Xiaoyu, I believe in your vision. But you are too young, and you may not know what kind of core the people around you have under their skin." She looked at Han Ling, the firelight in her hand flickering dangerously. As she narrowed her eyes slightly, "I heard that Han Langjun killed people and mutilated corpses at the martial arts conference. He became famous and was extremely respected by the evil people north of Zhishui."
Han Ling was really embarrassed and glanced at Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu took Zheng Chen's hand and did not explain it carefully. He just said softly: "Ah, sister... this story is too long, but believe me, Han Ling You are not a bad person."
Zheng Chen wanted to say something else, but Zheng Yu hugged her neck from behind and shook her coquettishly. Zheng Chen was shaken by her, feeling funny and helpless in his heart. She patted her sister's hand and had to stop questioning Han Ling. She hugged Zheng Yu's legs from behind and lifted her up from the ground.
She was leaving behind Zheng Yu's back. Han Ling knew that he had no position and organization, but he was extremely afraid of losing Zheng Yu again. Zheng Chen took a step forward, and Han Ling followed her. When Zheng Chen turned around, Han Ling became extremely nervous and couldn't help but stop.
The two of them walked back and forth like this until they reached Zheng Yu's wheelchair. Zheng Yu, who was lying on Zheng Chen's back, couldn't help but laughed softly.
"Sister," she said softly, not too loudly but just enough for Han Ling to hear clearly, "do you want to come with us?"
Zheng Chen was stunned for a moment and sighed: "I don't know where you are going, but, Xiaoyu, I don't want you to be trapped in hatred. No matter what you do, I hope you can be happy."
After Zheng Yu listened, he stopped leaning on Zheng Chen. She raised her upper body slightly and sighed.
"Sister, you actually don't know where you're going, right?" She pulled her sister's shoulders and turned to look at Han Ling, "But, sister, I know exactly where I'm going and what I want. What."
"Sister, I am no longer a teenage girl. In these years, you have not come to me... I have grown a lot."
"Sister." She stretched out her hand and took Han Ling's hand. "What I want to do is to complete our great cause with Mr. Han."
"So put me down."
