C65

"Leng Yihang, you truly live up to your name." Baili Mingyue said coldly.

Leng Yihang scoffed coldly, his eyes congealed as he looked at the nearby Hong Zhong. His low and deep voice sounded like an asura emissary from hell, without heat: "If I were you, I would take care of myself first."

In the last half month, not only must he not meditate, he must not use his true qi, or else he will only suffer the backlash of the same kind of inner force. After half a month, not only will he not be able to completely recover, but he will also suffer the backlash of the same kind of inner force.

And tonight's fight was three times more intense than the previous fights!

Leng Yihang had just finished speaking when Baili Mingyue's body swayed, her face instantly becoming deathly pale. She covered her mouth and coughed uncontrollably, as a drop of scarlet blood slipped out from her white fingertips and dripped onto her white silk gown, turning into a startling shade of red.

Hong Zhong ignored her elegant objections, immediately dashing over, she supported him and took out a white brocade handkerchief from her waist and gave it to him: "How are you?"

Hearing this, Baili Mingyue tilted her head to look at her. When she saw the worry in her eyes, a strange gentleness flashed in her eyes. She took the brocade handkerchief from her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, "I'm fine." As he said that, he seized her and hugged her behind him, while coldly looking at Leng Yihang.

In Leng Yihang's eyes, Baili Mingyue was already suffering from internal injuries. He pulled back the Black Gold Broken Blade and coldly said: "I, Leng Yihang will not take advantage of her, but I must take her life." This was the rule of being a killer, and also the rule of how he, Leng Yihang, behaved in life.

"In that case, This King will kill you to prevent future troubles." Baili Mingyue said calmly. He was the only one who still had one breath left, and he could not watch her die. If one among them was going to die, then he was willing to let that person die. It was him.

Hong Zhong grabbed onto Baili Mingyue, stopping her from continuing any further. Looking at Leng Yihang, who was like an Asura of the Infernal Realm, he spoke while looking calm, "Uncle, you should go." By the side, the Wu Shan Five Ghosts were battling with Leng Ye and Leng Xing. They were gradually suffering from severe injuries and would lose for sure. If it was under the protection of Leng Ye and Leng Xing, Baili Mingyue would definitely be able to leave. This man must have had the strength to take his life. There was no need to involve unnecessary people.

Leng Yihang was also staring at the two of them with cold eyes, waiting for Baili Mingyue to make a decision. It was obvious that Hong Zhong's suggestion was the best proposal for Baili Mingyue.

However, Baili Mingyue's cold gaze swept across Hong Zhong, and the corner of her lips curled slightly, forming a hint of dark and cold sneer. Her tone was proud and aloof, and her words carried a domineering aura that Hong Zhong had never seen before, "Even if you lose one thousand yuan or kill eight hundred enemies, this king will still kill you." Before he finished speaking, he waved his flexible sword and a huge gust of astral wind swept towards Leng Yihang.

At the same time, Leng Yihang raised his hand to block, blocking the astral wind. In the end, he had still underestimated the inner strength that Baili Mingyue had used to execute this move. Although he had barely managed to block it, he could feel a surge of Qi and blood in his chest and a sweet, fishy taste in his throat.

As he coldly swept his gaze over Baili Mingyue, his heart was also filled with shock. Exactly what sort of power had caused Baili Mingyue to have such a suicidal action? In this strike, Baili Mingyue had used eighty percent of his inner strength, so the injuries caused by the backlash were much greater than Leng Yihang's.

Sure enough, after this move, blood started leaking out from Baili Mingyue's lips. This time around, there was even some black color in the blood, but he completely ignored it. He raised his hand to wipe the blood, and then another strong gust of wind followed. This time, it was all his internal energy that had shot out.

"Are you sure you don't want to die?" After raising his hand to block Baili Mingyue's next move, Leng Yihang could not help but ask. Baili Mingyue could be considered an opponent worthy of's respect. It seemed that he had hardened his heart to take's life.

"Unless I die, unless you die, I will not rest until I die!" After Baili Mingyue's cold voice, she struck again.

Leng Ye and Leng Xing could clearly see that the Sword Qi was much more dazzling than the Sword Qi over there, they guessed that the people here were not easy opponents either, and quickly increased the speed of their movements. After a few exchanges, Wu Shan's Five Devils were all severely injured, so they quickly dropped a Smoke Bomb and escaped without a trace.

Leng Ye and Leng Xing did not chase after him, but directly rode on their swords and came to help, when they arrived, they heard Baili Mingyue's words, it seemed that this time, the King was truly angry!

But seeing the two of them fighting, Leng Ye and Leng Xing felt that they could not help much. They were Baili Mingyue's First Class Dark Guards, but their martial arts were not even on the same level as Baili Mingyue and Leng Yihang's. Their martial arts were both on the same level, and they didn't even have the qualifications to interfere.

Standing together with Hong Zhong, with a face full of anxiety, looking at Baili Mingyue, who was vomiting more and more blood, Leng Ye was incomparably anxious.

After fighting with Baili Mingyue for a long time, the two of them were unable to determine the victor. But knew that in this situation, with Baili Mingyue not fully recovered from her injuries, if Baili Mingyue was not injured, he would also not be Leng Yihang's opponent.

But right now, Baili Mingyue was severely injured, and was even suffering from the backlash of inner force. If they were to continue fighting, Leng Yihang would definitely have the upper hand.

Sure enough, after Leng Yihang dodged Baili Mingyue's attack, he suddenly turned around and threw the Black Gold Broken Blade away. It clashed with Baili Mingyue's flexible sword and quickly unleashed a palm strike, aiming to attack Baili Mingyue.

"No." Leng Ye could not help but let out a scream. At the same time, she decisively raised her hand and struck the body of Hong Zhong who was beside him. Thus, before Hong Zhong could even understand what was going on, she rose into the air and quickly flew towards the direction of Baili Mingyue.

F * ck, what the hell is going on? How could he just fly away like that!

"No." Hong Zhong screamed in fear. Although she had made preparations to let Baili Mingyue go and face Leng Yihang herself, in the face of death, if she were to land this palm on her body, she would definitely die!

He quickly reached out his hand, fished at Hong Zhong's chest, and then spun a few times as he retreated a few steps away from Baili Mingyue.

He forcefully endured the Qi disorder caused by the retraction of his Qi, and his gloomy and cold eyes swept across Mo Yuying who was pulled from Hong Zhong's chest, and asked: "This Mo Yuying, where did you get this from?"

Hong Zhong, who had initially been scared witless, could not care less about Leng Yihang. She was currently in the embrace of Baili Mingyue, her eyes shut tight and her body curled up into a ball as she shouted: "No, no, no!"

Baili Mingyue used all her strength to hug her and comforted her softly, "It's fine, it's fine. The girl is fine." However, Hong Zhong's reaction was too intense, only when Baili Mingyue could not hold it in and coughed a few times did she stop, realizing that there was no pain as she had expected, everything was as calm as a calm sea!

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around vigilantly. His hands unconsciously reached out to touch himself and realized that he was indeed fine. Then, he returned to his senses and looked at Leng Yihang whose face was filled with killing intent, at the black jade whistle in his hand.

"Return the whistle to me!" That Mo Yuying had been given to her second brother by her eldest brother to save her life three times in the nick of time.

Leng Yihang's face did not have much of an expression, he was still staring coldly at Hong Zhong as usual, and said coldly: "I'm asking you, where did this whistle come from?"

The suppression of the number one assassin in the world caused Hong Zhong to be at a loss of what to do. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and spoke the truth, "I … My brother gave it to me. He said this whistle can save my life three times. " He was so nervous that she stuttered.

Hearing this, Leng Yihang's eyes turned dark. After muttering to himself for a moment, he threw the whistle to Hong Zhong and coldly said: "It can only be used twice." With that, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

There was no time to ponder over why Leng Yihang suddenly gave up, he reached out to grab Mo Yu Sou and watched his disappearing back, Hong Zhong's hand that was holding Mo Yu Sou was shaking non-stop, his legs also did not seem to listen to him, he only felt as though his entire body was sucked empty, and weakly fell to the ground.

This was the world she was living in now, the world that had almost lost her life.

Here, power was the key. Without power or ability, one could only be oppressed.

The moment he was pushed out just now, he said that he was not afraid! If he wasn't careful, his life might have ended here. Although this life wasn't his, when it really came to losing it, the fear of death was something he couldn't let go no matter how hard he tried.

"Little girl." A figure with the scent of snow lotuses squatted down.

Following the voice, he raised his head and looked at Baili Mingyue's concerned eyes. For some reason, a feeling of being wronged arose from the bottom of his heart, and the fear that he had endured for the past few days flooded over like floodwaters. His eyes unconsciously lit up: "Uncle, I almost … "Then he died." Tears the size of beans trickled down her fair cheeks as she spoke.

In her previous life, she was just a heartless university graduate who lived in the love of a sister. She had never thought that she would one day be drawn into a struggle in this palace, and overnight, everything seemed to have changed. Her longing for her previous life's sister, her unknown future, and the poison she repeatedly pursued had caused her to sink into a nervousness that she could lose her life at any time.

As the saying goes, death is not scary. Waiting for death is the most terrifying thing!

The grievance that Hong Zhong had suffered for the past few days burst out the moment she almost perished. On the surface, it seemed that she was only dealing with those dangers with no care in her heart, but she was only a twenty year old little girl. She would be afraid, worried, and wanted to rely on him.

"I know." As Baili Mingyue looked at the person in front of her whose eyes were filled with tears, she raised her hand, wanting to embrace him. However, in the next moment, she froze in midair. He shook off the pain in his heart and asked himself, "Baili Mingyue, what are you doing?" You clearly know that she is a imperial concubine, and that she will enter the palace as an imperial concubine sooner or later, why must you lose your composure!

After the battle in her heart, the hand that was frozen in midair carefully streaked across her face, wiping away the tears on her face. "Don't cry anymore in the future. This King doesn't like it."

After he had finished, he stood up and left in a light and elegant manner.

"Uncle …" Hong Zhong's eyes became misty like an abandoned cub's, she tried to find a sense of safety.

Baili Mingyue paused, a trace of distress flashed across her beautiful face. A rare struggle flashed across her beautiful eyes. Hong Zhong's eyes caused him to feel an indescribable pain in the bottom of her heart. That gaze almost caused him to lose his sense of direction and everything that he had planned out.

At this moment, he only wanted to escape as quickly as possible!

In his twenty odd years of life, this was the first time Hong Zhong's tears had caused him to panic and fear. He was afraid that if he continued to interact with her like this, he would not be willing to part with her. Let her go!

However, he was the Prince Regent of South Qi, the royal uncle of Yi Chen.

And she, was the imperial concubine of the Southern Qi, Yi Chen's future wife.

He knew that his body's endurance had reached its limit, and it was very likely that he would faint in the next second. However, he couldn't fall down here right now no matter what!

Her handsome, sword-like eyebrows slightly frowned as she tried her best to recover some of her consciousness. In the end, she lifted her foot and left without even turning her head back!

As Hong Zhong watched Hong Zhong's fading back, an inexplicable sense of desolation rose from the bottom of her heart. She hugged his knees as she sat on the ground with her body curled up and her head resting on his knees. Her exquisite little face was filled with blankness and she was lost in thought.

Watching as Baili Mingyue and the others left, Qingya and the others ran out from the shadows. Looking at Hong Zhong's appearance, they felt their hearts pained: "Young miss … …"

"Qingya, I'm so tired!" Hong Zhong raised her head to look at Qingya. On the surface, this exhaustion seemed to be caused by the repeated assassinations of opponents, but Hong Zhong knew clearly in the bottom of her heart that this exhaustion came from her own incompetence, from her own helplessness when facing strong opponents.

"Miss, don't worry, Qingya will always accompany you. And the Flowery Young Master, he will always accompany the young miss. " Qing Ya squatted down and helped Hong Zhong up, "Miss, did you forget that you once said that after this matter was resolved, you would take Qing Ya and the Flowery Young Master and fly far away?

Flowery Young Master again?

Although he didn't know who the Flowery Young Master Qingya spoke of was, he clearly felt that this Flowery Young Master should be an extremely good person to Hong Zhong, and even possibly the original owner's lover. Hong Zhong faintly sighed as she thought about it. "Unfortunately, the real Hong Zhong is no longer here!" Qing Ya, if I say Flowery Young Master and I … " There could be no future.