Chapter 1868 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (49)

Everyone was shocked, and no one could believe what was happening before their eyes.

In just one second, the two women in front of them actually switched positions, and their King Mu was directly held hostage.

Mu Hanche's eyes darkened, and the cold snow fell drop by drop, as if it fell on the tip of his heart, so cold.

Will she kill him? He didn't want to lie to himself, in fact, he knew very well in his heart that she would.

If he didn't let Nan Yisheng and Song Le go, she would really die with him.

"Okay." Mu Hanche took a deep breath, his deep eyes were dark, and he slowly said: "Let them go-"

"King Mu-"

"Let them go!"

He almost roared, expressing his anger in his heart.

"I want to go with you." Nan Yisheng looked at Luo Qingchen, with a faint light flashing in his beautiful eyes, frowning slightly, and worry in his eyes.

"Me too." Song Le seemed to have not recovered from the shock, but she was just like before, and would never leave her alone!

At this moment, Luo Qingchen felt like beating them up.

If she could yell, she would say: Don't you two know that you are the stumbling blocks on my escape! ?

Of course, she didn't say it, but looked at them seriously and said, "You go first, I'll be there later, okay? Believe me, they can't do anything to me."

Nan Yisheng looked at her stubbornly, although she didn't want to leave him at all.

But he knew very well that if he stayed now, it would only bring trouble to her. He should leave and shouldn't drag her down.

The next second, he turned his eyes to Song Le beside him and said, "Let's go."

"But..." Song Le frowned tightly, unwilling to leave Luo Qingchen.

She said that no matter where she was, she would always accompany her and protect her.

"Let's go--" Nan Yisheng slowly stood up, looking at her with a pair of deep eyes like ink, and said, "I believe her."

She squinted her eyes and smiled at him gently, a smile like a spring breeze, a smile that could completely calm his heart.

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An hour later, in the birch forest outside the palace.

Luo Qingchen came here holding the Fengwu Sword and holding Mu Hanche hostage. There was no one around.

A bright moon shone on her snow-white cheeks. She squinted her eyes and slowly put down the sword.

Little did she know that the next second, Mu Hanche grabbed her Fengwu Sword directly, and bright red blood fell drop by drop.

He held it closer and closer, and blood flowed, but his expression did not change at all.

"Don't you want to kill me?" He raised a self-deprecating smile at the corner of his mouth, and snorted: "Shouldn't you stab my chest directly?"

As soon as the voice fell, he took up the Fengwu Sword and stabbed it towards his chest.

At this moment, Luo Qingchen instantly put away the sword, looked at him in panic and said, "What are you doing?"

He smiled, raised his eyebrows and chuckled confidently, "You are reluctant to kill me after all, but you should know that if you don't kill me, I will kill him..."

"Mu Hanche, you are a lunatic." Luo Qingchen closed her eyes and could feel the pain in her chest.

The pain did not come from her, but from the original owner.

There is always a feeling that Mu Hanche really loves her. It's just that he wants too much, which makes him indifferent.

He doesn't understand love, can't love, and won't love.

"You just know it?" Mu Hanche laughed and said, "I thought you should know the day I killed Chi Mo...I am a lunatic."