With a wry smile, Frelin looked up at Chidron. He had no choice but to let the Holy Lord control his fate. In the end, for the sake of freedom, he had to betray the Holy Lord and turn to Morning, who was hostile to the Holy Lord.
"At the beginning, the Holy Lord threatened me with my life and asked me and Octo Green to sneak into Qiankun College, and then find an opportunity to kill you, causing civil strife in Yuewu Xianzong. I didn't want to do it at the time, but I couldn't control myself, so I could only watch Octo Green attack you. But I still wanted to save your life, so when Octo Green attacked you, he moved the wound, so you were unconscious, but your life was not in danger. But I also know how bad it is to have your life in the hands of others. In order to find you, I had to join the Holy Lord's camp, just to gain the power to find you. But I didn't expect that this would make me attack you. I..."
Freling closed her eyes in pain, and Qi Delong hugged her with a heartache: "I know, it's not your fault. I knew you had your reasons. When Octo Green tried to assassinate me, I clearly felt that I couldn't avoid his attack and it would definitely be fatal, but you helped me move a little bit away, so that I could survive. I blamed you before, but during the days when I was unconscious, I knew I was wrong about you. You must have your reasons for treating me like that. I always believed that you would not hurt me."
Qi Delong's words made Freling close his eyes tightly, and then he said softly: "I won't hurt you, never."
"Believe me, I will not abandon you this time. I will find a way to resolve the control the Holy Lord has over you. Don't worry, I will protect you."
"Um!"
Freiling nodded and hugged Chidron. They agreed that when the next day dawned, Freiling would lead the Western soldiers to pretend to invade, and then Chidron would lead his men to repel them.
After Qi Delong and Freiling had discussed it, they spent some time together before saying goodbye and leaving.
Freiling looked at Qi Delong who was leaving and lowered his head with some worry.
Can she really escape the control of the Holy Lord this time
She didn't know, but she would rather take a chance.
Fryling sighed and turned back into the house.
However, as soon as she entered the room, she saw a pressure that made her kneel down.
The man sitting in her chair exuded a terrifying aura, so that Freling did not dare to look up and look him in the eye.
"Lord Saint, why are you here?"
The Lord Saint glanced at Freylin Orles, who was kneeling on the ground, and smelled a scent on her that did not belong to Freylin. He said in a low voice, "If I hadn't come, how would I know where your invasion plan was going?"
"Yes, Lord Saint is right."
Freling lay on the ground, not daring to move, leaving the Holy Lord who was looking at her from above with a blank expression.
"I heard that a genius appeared in the Eastern forces and defeated Lilith and Leslie in just one or two days? Is this true?"
"Yes, I just got the news, so I don't know much."
"Then you have to make an invasion plan tomorrow. I want you to do your best and not fail."
"Yes! I will do my best."
Frelin lay there for a while before slowly raising his head to look upwards. He saw that the Holy Lord who had been there before was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled bitterly.