Ling Tianmo hesitated, but did not agree after all.

A trace of resentment flashed in Murong Yan's eyes, and he was immediately covered by sadness.

Lin Yunran knew that Ling Tianmo's doing this was tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Even if Murong Yan can't go back to the Western Zhou Dynasty, she will always remember this hatred in her heart, and with her (sex xìng) son, there will always be a (day rì) who will ask for it back.

So the moment Murong Yan turned (身shēn), she took out a poisonous needle and aimed it at the back of Murong Yan's neck.

But the poison needle was not able to make a move, and was stopped by Ling Tianmo.

"What do you mean, Lord Wang?" Lin Yunran's wrist was originally injured, and being pinched by him like this made her brows frown.

"Since the king has decided to let her go, he will let her leave safely. She won't reappear again, so why kill them all? Ling Tianmo's words were so startled that Lin Yunran didn't react for a long time.

"I have to wonder how your position as a prince came about." A Murong Yan can play him around, and in the end, he has to be compassionate.

Such a person can actually become a god of war and be crowned a king.

Lin Yunran only felt ridiculous.

"Be forgiving and forgiving." Ling Tianmo didn't care about her ridicule, "At least, her (情qíng) to this king is true." ”

"It may have been true before. But what will become from today is not certain. Lin Yunran clearly saw the hatred in her eyes.

If Murong Yan is let go, one day (日rì), she will definitely come back to take revenge.

After all, she has lost everything now.

A person who has nothing is the most terrible.

Ling Tianmo even let her go.

The war in the distance gradually subsided, and it seemed that the Western Zhou Dynasty had reached the end of the crossbow.

Without someone to command, everyone is like a headless fly, and it is naturally difficult to win.

"Lord Wang, the enemy army has retreated to the territory of the Western Zhou Kingdom, and we have won!"

Ling Tianmo's men came back with the news, and the wounded soldiers in the camp cheered continuously.

For them, it was a joy that the war was over and they could finally go home.

But Lin Yunran felt a little uneasy in his heart.

As time passed, the uneasiness became more and more severe.

It has been half an hour since the good news came back, but there is still no shadow of Long Zhaohua.

Ignoring her own injuries, she turned over and got on her horse, all the way to the place where the flames of war had not completely dissipated.

Where the soldiers were resting, there was no noble (body shēn) figure as far as the eye could see.

The person who should have been seen at a glance, why wasn't he here?

"Do you know where (the temple diàn) has gone?" Lin Yunran asked around among the soldiers, but she couldn't find out about Long Zhaohua, so she had to find it herself.

Until dawn, she still failed to find any trace of Long Zhaohua.

It's not him, and even the night chaser and the wind blade have disappeared.

Lin Yunran could only comfort himself that with the two of them by his side, he would inevitably be very stable.

Maybe he's too happy to celebrate in front of people, so he's just looking for a place to be happy, right?

"Miss Lin." Just when Lin Yunran was thinking about it

When I was about to go back to the camp to have a look, I suddenly came to her (身shēn).

She raised her eyes to see the god of chasing the night (情qíng), and all her previous comfort collapsed in an instant.

"Where's the next one?" Lin Yunran only felt that his heart had reached his throat.

It took so much energy and so many injuries for her to trade this victory with Long Zhaohua.

She didn't want any surprises.

Chasing the night did not answer, but led the way in front.

Lin Yunran followed him (身shēn) all the way to the outside of a cave.

Long Zhaohua was inside, leaning against the rock wall, his face was as pale as paper without the slightest blood.

"You're here?" As if sensing that someone was looking at him, Long Zhaohua opened his eyes.

"What happened?" Lin Yunran didn't see that he was injured, but his condition was not optimistic.

"A little trouble." As Long Zhaohua spoke, he coughed lightly, and there was faint blood at the corner of his mouth.

"When will you learn to speak from me?" Lin Yunran originally wanted to use a joke to make the atmosphere a little more relaxed.

But she didn't feel the slightest relief, but felt a little heavier in her heart.

"Bengong wanted to laugh at you for being calculated by Murong Yan before, how did you know that Bengong would also fall for her." Long Zhaohua laughed at himself, his eyes were cold.

"Murong Yan?!" Lin Yunran really didn't expect that the person who injured Long Zhaohua like this turned out to be Murong Yan!

Lin Yunran was furious and smashed his fist on the ground, "I knew that if I kept her life, there would inevitably be trouble!" If it weren't for Ling Tianmo stopping her, she would have died! ”

Surprise flashed in Long Zhaohua's eyes, "Why, you wanted to kill Murong Yan, but he stopped you?" ”

"I was about to shoot my poison needle, but he stopped me. What else to say, be forgiving and forgiving. I think he did it on purpose! Maybe Ling Tianmo let her go, not because he was soft-hearted, but because he knew that Murong Yan had a way to deal with Long Zhaohua.

Once Long Zhaohua has an accident, he can snatch the credit this time, and no one will care about all his previous mistakes.

"Even if it's deliberate? Isn't it because Hongu is gullible about her? Long Zhaohua didn't expect that Murong Yan would appear, but he was let go by Ling Tianmo.

"(Diandiàn) how could she be hurt?" Lin Yunran did not find any obvious scars, which showed that Murong Yan also used a secret weapon.

And it's also a secret weapon that has been quenched with poison.

Otherwise, Long Zhaohua's (情qíng) situation would not be so serious.

"She told Hongu that she had poisoned you (身shēn), and that if you don't get the antidote in time, you'll die." Long Zhaohua didn't actually believe her words.

But when she thought of Lin Yunran falling into her hands for so long, she was afraid of what would happen.

In addition, he was too confident in his own ability, and felt that Murong Yan's ability could not do anything to him, so he followed.

I didn't know that I fell into the trap she had set up in advance.

"That trap was supposed to be used against me." Lin Yunran knew that in such a short period of time, it was impossible for Murong Yan to prepare a trap.

So the trap should have existed before

In.

Given that the person Murong Yan wanted to deal with before was her, she naturally thought that it was a trap prepared for her.

As a result, Long Zhaohua was injured.

"Did you catch her?" Lin Yunran didn't see Murong Yan, but he didn't see the wind blade either, so he still had a hope in his heart.

If she can catch Murong Yan, she has many ways to torture her, and she will definitely be able to hand over the antidote.

"She jumped off a cliff, and the Wind Blade was looking for her tracks. However, before she jumped, she said that there was no antidote to the poison she used. Even if this palace can survive, it will ...... in the future It will also be a waste. I can't walk anymore. ”

(End of chapter)