Everyone was shocked, and everyone couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.
In just one second, the two women in front of them switched places, and their King Mu was directly held hostage.
Mu Hanche's eyes darkened, and the cold snow fell bit by bit, as if it had fallen on the apex of his heart, so cold.
Will she kill him? He didn't want to lie to himself, but he knew very well 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 darkened, and slowly said: "Let them go—"
"King Mu—"
"Let them go!"
He almost roared, expressing the anger in his heart.
"I want to go with you." Nan Yisheng looked at Luo Qingchen, her beautiful eyes flashing with a faint light, and she frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry.
"Me too." Song Le seemed to have not recovered from the shock, but she was as before, and would never leave her alone!
At this moment, Luo Qingchen had an inexplicable feeling in her heart that she wanted to beat them both.
If she could yell loudly, she would definitely say: Don't you two know that you are the stumbling block on my way to escape!
Of course, she didn't say it out loud, but looked at them seriously and said, "You go first, and I'll be there later, okay? Believe me, they can't do anything to me."
Nan Yisheng looked at her stubbornly, although she was unwilling to leave his side at all.
But he knew very well that if he stayed now, it would only bring trouble to her. He should go and not drag her down.
The next second, he turned to Song Le 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 be with her and protect her.
"Let's go -" Nan Yisheng stood up slowly, looked at her with a pair of deep black eyes and said, "I believe her."
She squinted her eyes and smiled gently at him, a smile like a spring breeze, a smile that could completely calm his heart.
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An hour later, the birch forest outside the palace.
Luo Qingchen arrived here holding Fengwu Sword and holding Mu Hanche hostage. No one was around.
A bright moon shone on her face as white as snow, and she squinted her eyes and slowly lowered her sword.
Little did he know that the next second, Mu Hanche directly grabbed her Fengwu Sword, and bright red blood fell drop by drop.
The closer he held it, the blood flowed heavily, 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 he just stab me in the chest?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the Feng Wu Sword and stabbed towards his chest.
At this moment, Luo Qingchen sheathed her sword and looked at him in panic: "What are you doing?"
He smiled, raised his eyebrows and chuckled confidently: "You are reluctant to kill me after all, but you have to 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 coming from her chest.
The pain did not come from herself, but from the original owner.
There was always a feeling that Mu Hanche really loved her. It's just that he wants too much, making himself indifferent.
He doesn't understand love, can't love, and doesn't know how to love.
"Did you just know that?" Mu Hanche laughed and said, "I thought you should have known the day I killed Chi Mo... that I was a madman." (To be continued)