After speaking, his arm was raised, and a palm slammed into Su Yuqing's back, pushing her towards Leng Yuchen.

Su Yuqing only felt a sharp pain in her back, and then a warm current rushed up her throat. She couldn't help but show a wry smile, but gritted her teeth and endured the bloody breath in her mouth, and forcibly swallowed the slightly sweet and slightly astringent liquid. It's just that there is still a hint of dazzling bright red on his lips.

Leng Yuchen looked at Su Yuqing, who was shot into the air, and did not jump in to pick it up. Instead, he clenched the Moxiao Sword in his hand and chased after the jade-faced man who had leapt into the darkness.

However, at the moment when he passed by, an inadvertent glance from the corner of his eye made his figure freeze in mid-air, and then stretched out his arm to grab her.

Those warriors who were originally holding torches and waiting next to them had already followed the jade-faced man, and Leng Yuchen ignored them and let them leave on their own.

In mid-air, the sad smile curled from Su Yuqing's red lips, as well as the blood marks that slid down the corners of her mouth as pure as fat jade, made his heart tremble slightly, making him involuntarily change his direction and stretch out his arms to take her into his arms.

It wasn't until she fell into his arms like a feather that he suddenly remembered, what was he doing?

By the time the hood fell into his arms, it had already fallen. The delicate and feminine facial features were displayed in front of his eyes without any flaws.

At the beginning, she vomited blood once because of great grief, and then a lot of things happened, and before she could recuperate, this time she was hit on the back by the jade-faced man with internal force. Although the jade-faced man only used less than fifty percent of his strength, for a weak woman like her, and with an old illness in her body, the strength of this palm had already made her fall into a coma.

Leng Yuchen took her to spin twice in the air before she lost her strength, falling like a flying feather and landing gently.

The midnight was as cold as water, and the moonlight shone through the towering trees, mottled on them. Because of the previous movement, the fallen leaves on the trees were still falling slowly under the strong wind, and the wind was still blowing.

Su Yuqing's eyes were closed, her lips were slightly closed, and the blood marks on the corners of her mouth made her look as fragile as porcelain. She snuggled silently into his arms, her thick eyelashes motionless, dragging out long shadows that fell on her pale cheeks. Her long, silky black hair poured down like a waterfall after the hood fell, and it fluttered in the wind, and the strands of hair swept across her pale as snow, tangling with his black hair.

Leng Yuchen looked down at the woman in his arms, and was a little stunned for a while. The leaves kept falling beside him and hers, across his shoulders, over her hair, and with a soft rustling sound, like the most beautiful music flowing from a clear spring stream, enveloping them.

He had come to kill her, and after reading the information collected by his subordinates, and after confirming that she had lost the palace guard, he immediately decided that he would kill her with his own hands.

But why would he be reluctant to give up on her? Shouldn't a woman who has lost her virginity and tarnished her reputation immediately make her disappear from the world? Only her death can erase the stain she has brought to him.

Bang!

He lowered his arm, causing her to fall to the ground. His eyes were like frost, unwavering, staring at the woman lying on the ground, without the slightest emotion.

The fallen leaves fell in front of her hair, covering half of her delicate face, and her face as pale as snow showed a little haggard. The yellow broadleaves of the sycamore covered most of his face, and only the corners of his lips like pink cherry blossoms had condensed into a line of blood, dyed with a few red colors. She was dressed in red makeup like fire, sleeping in the quiet forest, and the moonlight was dappled on her body, like a withered peony and a fire phoenix with folded wings, so poignant and gorgeous.