Evil Phoenix

Chapter 423: Soul Severe Forgotten Chuanya (2)

He was held high above his head at this moment, like a soulless rag doll, without any response...

A sharp palm wind hit Feng Nanjin, and she dodged subconsciously.

But at this very moment...

Holding the figure of Bai Luoge, he let go, and the person in his hand fell straight down like a kite that was unthreaded...

There was a burst of dizziness, all the internal organs seemed to be choked in the throat, and the body hung in the air, drawing a rainbow-like arc...

Looking at the bottomless cliff, the absent-minded pupils seemed to return to their souls in an instant, but they smiled, so pure, so beautiful!Close your eyes, open your arms, and that's it!
Seeing this scene, Feng Nanjin felt as if someone had punched him hard in the chest, and the feeling of heartbreak was so painful.

He didn't care about anything, he turned around, opened the folding fan to take his life without a trace, used his strength to rush away, and stretched out his arms...

At the last moment, he tightly held Bai Luoge's hand, interlocking his fingers, tightly, tightly, as if despite the vicissitudes of life, he would never let go again.With the other hand, he stabbed the folding fan into the cliff with internal force, thus stopping the falling trend of the two of them, hanging on the edge of the cliff.

A sword struck with absolute murderous intent, but Feng Nanjin was powerless to stop it, so it pierced into his back and pulled it out.

Fresh hot blood sprayed with the movement, and fell on Bai Luoge's pale face below. It wasn't hot, but it warmed the already cold heart.

The blurred eyes became clear, and he could see clearly the person in front of him, and the blood dripping down the connected hands...

Looking at the sword attacking again, he was shocked: "Feng Nanjin, be careful!"

Hearing her voice, Feng Nanjin's stunning and enchanting face flashed with surprise and relief. It wasn't that he didn't sense the danger in front of him, but that he was powerless now.

A sword pierced his shoulder blade again.

The man on the cliff's smirk and Feng Nanjin's muffled groan hurt Bai Luoge's heart so hard, tears poured out without warning, drop by drop, scalding down.

She understood this situation at a glance. It was because of her that Feng Nanjin was powerless to fight back and fell into such a dangerous situation.

"Let go! Do you hear me, I tell you to let go!"

Feng Nanjin, death is a kind of relief for me, it's not worth it for you.

Feng Nanjin smiled, "Don't let go."

There was a simple and serious smile on the evil and seductive face, which was so touching, as if he had never seen it before.

"This is the first time I can hold your hand so tightly, and I won't let you go!"

Another sword fell, and the target was on his straight waist. He had no intention of struggling, but suddenly thought of something, his face changed in shock.

He turned around and desperately met the falling sword with his chest, and the blood fell to the bottom of the cliff drop by drop, but the outstretched hand held the person below more and more tightly, leaving no gap.

The same goes for the next step, using the front body to meet the sword body once, as if there is some treasure on the back, and it is determined not to be touched by others.

At this moment, Bai Luoge's heart was in pain beyond measure.

There was a tattoo on his back that she painted for him with a special potion, and it was the only time she took the initiative to do it for him.

At this moment, in order to protect the tattoo, he used his chest to block the sword!
Bai Luoge's eyes were dazzled by the tears gushing out, so he could only keep repeating: "Let go, let go!"

Choked up and almost unable to make a sound.

Why?Why!Don't let her go, a person who wants to die is not worthy of your treatment.

Why?Why!Let her finally understand that when someone is really willing to never leave her, it is under such circumstances.

　
(End of this chapter)