Since the Witch Clan exists in this plane itself, she can use abilities in this plane 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.
Snow was flying in the sky, and there was blood on the ground. A large group of guards surrounded them, and not far away was Mu Hanche's cold, frosty eyes.
Such a scene couldn't help but remind her of the time dozens of dimensions ago when she failed to save the one she loved with her own hands.
At that time, her name was Luo Qingchen, and his name was Chu Nanxian.
But this time, as she gradually grew up, she was finally able to protect him in front of him. With a phoenix sword in her hand, the world was not afraid of him.
"Do you think you can save him?" Mu Hanche bit his lip, a flash of ruthlessness flashed between his brows, and he clenched his fists tightly and said, "Do you think that the dead soldiers of my palace are just decorations?"
Every word he spoke was filled with endless anger and unwillingness, and his heart was burning like a raging fire.
She was the secret guard he trained with his own hands. He watched her grow up and watched her follow her eyes.
But now, she was standing in front of another man, raising her sword towards him, her eyes were extremely cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Mu Hanche is reasonable, this is for me -" She raised her eyes, with a faint sneer on her lips and said, "It's really not difficult."
"Qingchen—" A voice as cool as water came slowly from behind.
With a touch of tenderness, a shallow warmth, and a gently trembling voice...
He was so unbelievable that the girl would turn around and save him. He thought that the relationship between them had already reached a dead end after he told all the secrets and truths.
But she... appeared beside her without hesitation. Just like ten years ago, I never left him because of his selfishness...
For some reason, when she heard Nan Yisheng say her name tremblingly, she felt her eyes turn red instantly, and there was an inexplicable tremor in her heart.
He turned around and looked at his face as pale as snow. His white clothes had already been stained red. His nose was sore and his eyes were filled with thin mist.
She came too late, leaving him fighting alone and suffering such serious injuries.
"I'm sorry, I'm still late." Her right hand trembled slightly, and she gently touched his chest that was still dripping with blood. Her long eyelashes were fanned, and her tears couldn't stop falling drop by drop.
She knew she couldn't cry now, but she really... couldn't hold it back...
Little did he know that in 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 gushing column, even if the pain was so painful that he was about to suffocate, a happy smile appeared on the corners of his mouth unconsciously. He just held her and said in her ear: "I like you, Luo Qingchen, very much." I like it very much. More than what the world calls love, I like it so much."
Luo Qingchen was stunned, she could feel the hot blood dyeing her clothes red, but Nan Yisheng's hold on her became stronger and stronger.
"Let go first..." She bit her lip and said angrily: "You are hurt!"
"Yes." 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 she was afraid of touching his wounds, so she could only say to him in a coaxing tone like a child: "Let's deal with the bad guy first, and then we can hug him later, okay?" (To be continued)