stonecrandall Chapter 106 As long as you let him go, I can do anything
Chapter 106 As long as you let him go, I can do anything
Qingluan looked up and looked at Ning Zhe from the beginning to the end, and the familiar feeling didn't increase but became alkaline.
Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and let him glance around, his fingers slightly grasping Lin Feishuang's sleeves.
Lin Feishuang didn't notice.
His complexion was a little ugly.
Giving away decades of life, but not getting anything useful in return, no one would be reconciled.
Seeing his expression, Qingluan knew the result, his face sank immediately, and a terrifying killing intent poured out like a sea tide.
"Your Highness..." Lin Feishuang bit the bullet and said, quite difficult to say, "This minister...is incompetent..."
"waste!"
Qingluan threw his sleeves violently, and a strong wind swept in, sweeping Lin Feishuang out.
Lin Feishuang had no power to resist, and flew out of the altar like a kite with a broken string, fell to the ground, and vomited blood.
"Lin Feishuang!"
Ning Zhe exclaimed and was about to run towards him immediately.
Qingluan grabbed his wrist tightly.
Ning Zhe turned his head angrily: "Let me go!"
This little slave is so bold that he dares to contradict him.
Qingluan narrowed her eyes, "What are you in a hurry for?"
"Lin Feishuang was injured...it's all your fault!" Ning Zhe yelled at him anxiously.
Qingluan sneered, "Gu not only wants to hurt him, but also wants to kill him!"
"you you......"
Ning Zhe's eyes were extremely fierce, and he stared at him while gasping for breath. He said "you" for a long time, but finally he only said softly: "You are a bad person!"
While he was angry, he was still struggling non-stop, like a little beast in captivity, unable to escape the hunter's iron claws no matter what.
Qingluan raised her sharp eyebrows and was about to speak when she saw the disfigured boy in black suddenly lowered his head and bit his wrist hard.
The little beast got angry.
Qingluan was in a daze for a moment, and his hands relaxed a little.
The boy took this opportunity to escape.
As soon as he escaped, he immediately turned around and ran towards Lin Feishuang, hurriedly helped Lin Feishuang up, and called his name in a loud voice.
"Lin Feishuang, Lin Feishuang, how are you doing? Do you still feel pain?"
Lin Feishuang coughed weakly, leaning his head in his arms, unable to even speak.
Ning Zhe's eyes were red with anxiety, tears filled his eyes, and he cried while hugging him.
Qingluan stared at the teardrops falling from his face from a distance, the dark green eyes were surging with dark tides, churning endlessly.
Once upon a time, there was such a pure boy beside him, who would simply cry and laugh for him.
His every move touched the young man's heartstrings. At that time, he was the only one in the young man's eyes.
It's just that all of these were broken by his own hands.
Qingluan stared at her slender and cold hands silently for a long time, then finally raised her head and walked in front of Ning Zhe.
"Lin Feishuang didn't fulfill what he promised, logically, Gu Ben should have killed him here."
"you dare!"
Ning Zhe rushed forward suddenly, opened his arms to block Lin Feishuang, and glared at him fiercely, "If you want to kill him, just step over my corpse!"
He was trembling non-stop, obviously he was already terrified, but he still insisted on holding his immature body in front of others.
This extremely pure feeling does not belong to him, it really makes people mad with envy.
Qingluan's eyes flicked over the young man, and he looked at Lin Feishuang coldly, "Hand him over to Gu, and Gu will let you live. The conditions that Gu promised you before will remain the same."
Lin Feishuang's pale face showed a slight strange color, looked at Ning Zhe, and said uncertainly: "His Royal Highness...have you taken a fancy to this lowly servant?"
Qingluan folded her hands, looked down at him indifferently, and said nothing.
Lin Feishuang lowered his eyes, lost in thought.
The tracking technique of his ghost witch clan is almost incomprehensible, unless he meets someone with the strongest divine power, otherwise even if the opponent is dead, he can still find the trace.
However, when he just cast the spell, he didn't know what happened, and he didn't find anything.
The only mature plant of Qianlisongqing has withered, not to mention that even if there is a second plant of Qianlisongqing, his now exhausted witch power is not enough to support him to perform the spell again.
With Qingluan's bloodthirsty and brutal character, he will definitely not let him go.
If sending a Ning Zhe can save his life and protect the Lin family back to glory, it is really a bargain.
Thinking of this, Lin Feishuang looked up at Ning Zhe.
Ning Zhe seemed to be aware of his thoughts, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he grasped his sleeves slightly, "Lin...Lin Feishuang...I..."
Lin Feishuang looked at him with difficulty, and touched his face, "A Zhe, are you willing to send yourself out for me?"
Qingluan also looked at him.
For the sake of the Lin clan, Lin Feishuang would give up everything, including his insignificant little servant.
Qingluan maliciously wanted to see him collapse.
I don't know if he can maintain this innocence at that time.
Ning Zhe noticed that the two people's scorching eyes fell on him, and his brows frowned indistinctly.
The next moment, his eyes were already red, and he was so sad that he was almost about to cry.
Yingrun's painful tears swirled in the bottom of his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly endured them back.
"If this can save you, I...I..." He closed his eyes, his lips were pale, and finally said with a trembling voice: "I am willing..."
When he said these words, tears flowed down his cheeks lightly, feeling disheartened.
Lin Feishuang laughed and patted his head, "Fool, I lied to you."
Ning Zhe raised his head in astonishment, his nose was red, and tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
Lin Feishuang didn't look at him, but raised his eyebrows at Qingluan, smiled weakly and said, "It's my servant who is not good at doing things, and it has nothing to do with Ah Zhe. His Royal Highness wants to be killed or cut, and I just listen to you. Your Highness is magnanimous, don't harm the little slave I picked up."
Qingluan's eyes turned cold, and a gust of wind rose from his sleeves, wrapping around his neck, "Lin Feishuang, I have given you a chance, and you are the one who is looking for death!"
Lin Feishuang snorted suddenly, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding profusely.
"No! Let him go, Lin Feishuang!"
Ning Zhe broke down and burst into tears, and rushed forward desperately trying to loosen the wind rope around Lin Feishuang's neck.
But Qingluan's wind is the most gloomy and fierce wind in the world, and he, a little slave, can't untie it.
In an instant, those tender hands were cut and bloody.
Panting heavily, Lin Feishuang pushed him away, "Leave me alone... let's go!"
Ning Zhe took a few steps back, fell to the ground, suddenly remembered something, quickly wiped away tears, crawled to Qingluan's feet on his knees, and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "You let him go, I'll go with you, I'll go with you!"
Qingluan looked down at him and was silent for a long time.
This scene is very similar to the scene where Qin Nu knelt down and begged him.
Qingluan's eyes were in a trance, her fingers in her sleeves were slightly clenched, her throat was dry, "You...get up first."
Ning Zhe seemed to be unable to hear his words, and started talking nonsense in a panic: "I, I will be your cow and horse. I have learned to serve people in the Chu Tower, and I can do anything! You let him go. ...as long as you let him go, I can do whatever you want..."
Lin Feishuang opened one eye with difficulty, "Ah... fold..."
Ning Zhe knelt on the ground and clutched the corner of Qingluan's clothes, bent his waist, almost lowered his head into the dust, and cried hoarsely.
Qingluan felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Unsteady on his feet, he took two steps back and broke free from Ning Zhe's hand.
Ning Zhe raised his head to look at him with tears in his eyes, his tear-filled eyes looked like a Qin slave.
Qingluan turned her back suddenly, avoiding his sight, panting heavily.
"Your Highness...you, you agreed?"
Qingluan took a deep breath, tried her best to restrain the trembling of her body, "Get out...don't let Gu see you again!"
After finishing speaking, he took the wind away and staggered away as if fleeing.
Ning Zhe looked at his panicked back, all the emotions in his eyes were covered by a dense mist, so vast that he couldn't see clearly.
Lin Feishuang fell from mid-air to the ground, coughing up blood.
Ning Zhe came back to his senses, and immediately turned around to help him up.
Lin Feishuang breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "How can you say that you were the emperor before, even if you are acting, but to this extent, it is really difficult for you."
Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled fiercely, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes, "You think I'm just acting?"
Lin Feishuang curled his lower lip, "Isn't it? You, the emperor of Da Yue, if you weren't acting, why bother to bend your knees for a cripple like me? But don't worry, since I promised to protect you during this time, naturally I won't Let you be taken away by others, after all..."
He patted Ning Zhe's head, "The divine veins in your body are still useful to me."
Ning Zhe was stunned, his whole body began to tremble.
He didn't expect that all he got in exchange for his sincerity was calculations.
Lin Feishuang smiled back, broke away from his support, and staggered away alone.
"I..." Ning Zhe spoke softly behind him, his voice was dry and hoarse, extremely bitter, "I didn't...act..."
Lin Feishuang paused slightly, but still walked away without looking back.
The guards on both sides came forward, held Ning Zhe, and forced him back to the room and locked him up.
Ning Zhe looked deathly and hopeless, even the heartless and ruthless guards couldn't bear it when they saw him, so he comforted him a few words.
Ning Zhe acted as if he didn't hear it, and sat in front of the window in a daze without moving.
The guard sighed and closed the door.
But he didn't see Ning Zhe's expressionless face in the dim light.
No. 67 died, and both the remains and the Shinto lotus had been obtained, and Qingluan did not discover his identity.
Next, as long as he gains Lin Feishuang's trust, leaves the temple, and revives the God, he will be able to know Xuanxuan's whereabouts.
When he finds Xuanxuan, he will take her out of here and never come back.
Ning Zhe leaned against the window slowly, caressing the bone flute around his neck with his hand, his eyes were lifeless and calm.
The moonlight poured down like water, and the clear light fell on the white clothes, giving off a faint cold light.
The gray-eyed man appeared in the room at some point, quietly standing beside him, staring at him intently.