Chapter 1866 The Assassin Wife of the Nanzhao King (47)

Since the Wu Clan exists in this plane, she can use abilities that should not appear in this plane.

Although, there should be serious "consequences".

But in order to save Nan Yisheng, Luo Qingchen felt that no matter what the consequences were, she must stand in front of him even if the system locked her in a small dark room.

There was heavy snow in the sky, blood on the ground, and a large group of guards surrounded her. Not far away was Mu Hanche's pair of cold eyes.

Such a scene reminded her of the fact that she had failed to save the person she loved with her own hands dozens of planes ago.

At that time, she was still called Luo Qingchen, and he was called Chu Nanxian.

And this time, she was gradually growing up and finally able to protect him in front of him, with a Fengwu sword in her hand, and she was not afraid of the world.

"Do you think you can save him?" Mu Hanche bit his lip, a touch of cruelty flashed between his eyebrows, and he clenched his fists and said: "Do you think my palace death warriors are just decorations!"

Every word he said was filled with endless anger and unwillingness, and his heart was burning like a raging fire.

She was the secret guard he had trained. He watched her grow up and watched her eyes follow him.

But now, she stood in front of another man, raised her sword to face him, her eyes were cold and incomparable, without a trace of emotion.

"Mu Hanche, to be honest, this is not difficult for me..." She raised her eyes, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and said, "It's really not difficult."

"Qingchen--" A cool voice came slowly from behind.

With a touch of gentleness, a little warmth, and a slightly trembling voice...

He was so unbelievable that the girl would come back to save him. He thought that their relationship had already gone to a dead end after telling all the secrets and truths.

But she... appeared beside her without hesitation. Just like ten years ago, she never left him because of his selfishness...

For some reason, when she heard Nan Yisheng tremblingly say her name, she felt her eyes red in an instant, and there was an inexplicable tremor in her heart.

He turned around and looked at his pale face, his white clothes had been stained red, his nose was sore, and there was a thin mist in his eyes.

She was still late, leaving him to fight alone and get hurt so badly.

"I'm sorry, I'm still late." Her right hand trembled slightly, gently touching his chest that was still bleeding, her long eyelashes fluttering, tears falling down one by one.

She knew she couldn't cry now, but she really... couldn't help it...

Little did she know that the next second, Nan Yisheng suddenly grabbed her arm with his right hand, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly with all his strength.

Even if the wound was bleeding like a column, even if it hurt so much that he was about to suffocate, the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a happy smile, just holding her like this, and said beside her ear: "I like you, Luo Qingchen, I like you very much. More than the love in the secular world, that kind of love."

Luo Qingchen was stunned, and could fully feel the hot blood staining her clothes red, but Nan Yisheng's strength in holding her became more and more severe.

"Let go first..." She bit her lip and said angrily, "You're injured!"

"Yeah." He responded seriously, his tone full of joy, but he still held her and never let go.

"Nan Yisheng!" Luo Qingchen wanted to struggle, but was afraid of hurting his wounds, so he had to coax him in a child-like tone: "Let's deal with the bad guys first, and then hug her later, okay!"