"Feng Yin concealed the truth about the princess..." The wind gently blew the man's silver hair scattered over his shoulders and scattered the voices floating in the air. Lin Xiying still looked puzzled, and her mind hadn't turned a corner yet...

"What's the matter? Directly..." Qing Ling's voice was replaced by a low, slightly magnetic voice, only to hear a voice behind him, "Why? Don't you know?" with a hint of contempt and disdain in his words. Lin Xiying just wanted to turn around, but was stopped behind by Feng Yin with his body, and the man's cold fingertips penetrated the woman's white porcelain-like skin through the thin gauze clothes, which made Lin Xiying shiver.

"Yin..." The coldness of the man's fingertips made her feel a trace of fear in the man in front of her. She looked at the man in front of her, dressed in green clothes, with scattered hair, but she couldn't hide his handsome face, a pair of beautiful eyes and sharp eyes, people with a bad heart are afraid that as long as they look at it, they will die of illness, Lin Xiying looked at the person curiously, there was no trace of fear in her eyes, but she felt that the person who suddenly appeared in front of her was very similar to Fengyin somewhere, maybe it was too hearty...

"Do you think you can stop me just like you are?" the man smiled wickedly, his face full of sarcasm and mockery.

"Lin, what do you want?" There was a bit of alertness and anger in the low voice, Lin Xiying looked at the back of the man in front of her, slender figure, half-pulled silver hair with a trace of pain, she couldn't see his expression, but she could feel the distress implied in his words, he was angry, but more distressed, but she didn't know who he was hurting for such distress...

"Don't be delusional about what you can save... Everything... It's late..." The man's head was lowered, and his handsome appearance carried a bit of sadness that Lin Xiying couldn't see.

"What did you say?" I saw Feng Yin angrily stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the man's green coat, and the anger in his eyes erupted immediately.

"Yin..." She had never seen him angry, and he was handsome and gentle like a trapped beast at the moment, fierce and angry.

"Does your heart hurt?" the man's evil voice revealed a strong sense of desolation, "I will make you feel painful..." As soon as the words fell, the man broke free of Feng Yin's hand at a speed like the wind, and then appeared behind Lin Xiying behind Feng Yin, with a dagger in his hand at some point, and the sharp blade reflected a dazzling light under the lamp, so fast that Feng Yin was not the slightest defense.

The sharp blade was against the woman's fair neck, and the white porcelain-like skin could be broken with a flick, let alone such a sharp knife.

"Lin, I don't allow you to hurt her!"

With a roar, the wind gradually rose, curling his hair, and in just a moment, all the lights were blown out by the wind, and the surrounding palace lamps were crumbling in the strong wind.

In the darkness, she couldn't see the world around her clearly, and the wind whistled in her ears, carrying his anger, which made her heart tug together. The familiar heartache was as if it came from somewhere in my heart that day, so poignant.

Lin Xiying felt that the person behind her at the moment snorted coldly, and the hand pressing on her shoulder slowly let go, only in an instant, she saw the knife light flying towards the person in front of her, and she didn't have time to stop it, and she couldn't stop it...

The knife swirled in the wind, and after a while, there was a crisp sound, the sound of a dagger falling to the ground, and the woman ran forward, and in the darkness, she touched some viscous liquid, and the wound was on the man's arm.

"Yin... How's it going?, is it only the arm hurt?" the woman's worried voice was accompanied by the man's rapid breathing.

"With you now, you can't even protect her, what's the use..." The cold and piercing words were like a sharp knife carved into Feng Yin's heart word by word, making him almost suffocate in pain. With another cold snort, the man threw his sleeves away.