Soon, Feng Xiye disappeared, and the news that Feng Jiuqing had been poisoned and died spread throughout the government and the public.

Wanyan Chun was no longer in the army, Wanyan Lie was already old and no longer capable, so Wanyan Hao abandoned the army of the Western Regions and fled in panic.

The Western Regions are leaderless.

The army of the Great Yan Dynasty was overwhelming and they broke through the city gate of Yandu effortlessly.

Nangong Ling could not see the hustle and bustle of the war at all, but he walked towards the palace without stopping, where his Jiu Qing was still waiting for him.

He walked through the long steps of the Western Region Palace step by step, speeding up his pace little by little, and finally started running.

Feng Jiuqing was lying on the bed with a pale face, her face full of despair. Seeing this scene, Nangong Ling seemed to have lost all his determination to kill in the exhibition. He staggered into the room, but was stopped by Wan Yanlan.

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His eyes were about to burst, and his eyes were bloodshot, "Are you happy now?"

He thought that since he sent so many people to watch her, nothing would happen and she could always wait until he came back to pick her up and leave here, but he didn't expect that she didn't want to live at all.

Nangong Ling pursed her lips and looked at him, stretched out her hand to push him away, but Wan Yanchen stood motionless, his eyes full of hatred, "I will definitely kill you to avenge her."

Looking at the lifeless Feng Jiuqing, he knew clearly that she was the destined one and would definitely wake up, but he still felt as if someone had locked his throat, and he even breathed softly unconsciously.

When he heard Wanyan Chun's murderous words, he just glanced at him lightly, his heart and eyes full of Feng Jiuqing.

"Jiu Qing." He lowered his head and murmured softly, moving slightly towards Feng Jiu Qing with somewhat heavy steps.

"Stop! Don't get close to her. She is not yours. She will always be Feng Jiuqing, the young master of the Western Regions."

Nangong Ling turned her head expressionlessly, her eyes falling on Wan Yanchen's face.

"Who do you think you are now? You clearly knew that the person you loved was going to die, but you didn't stay by her side wholeheartedly. Now you are here to say something high-sounding. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

His words were like a sharp thorn piercing Wanyan Cheng's chest, which made him feel very heartbroken.

"How do you know I haven't tried hard, but this is the damn fate."

When he heard that Feng Jiuqing and Feng Xiye were getting married in advance, he felt something was wrong and hurried to Yandu, but he always encountered troubles of one kind or another on the way. When he came back, he only saw that the palace and the palace had become a mess.

Her cold corpse.

He regrets now that he should not have left Yandu out of fear of her being in trouble. If he had not left, she might not have died.

Thinking of this, his scarlet eyes seemed to be bleeding.

Nangong Ling ignored his cannibalistic expression and stepped closer to Feng Jiuqing. He almost tremblingly put his finger on Feng Jiuqing's pulse, feeling the calm pulse under his hand. There was a dead silence in his heart.

He took Feng Jiuqing's limp hand and put it close to his face, "You'll be fine, right? He doesn't dare to lie to the Tu family."

Tu Men, who can't lie, was already standing at the door at some point. As he arrived, a gentle breeze blew in, as if the haze in the room was suddenly blown away.

"Don't cry. She's okay. I've already checked on her."

However, someone later took Feng Xiye away, and he hurried to chase them. Unexpectedly, when he came back, he saw two mournful faces.

When Feng Xiye saw him, he seemed like a seriously ill person who had seen a panacea, while when Wanyan Chen saw him, he seemed like he wished he could kill him.

Tu Men is not young anymore, and he has met many people throughout his travels. He can still smile in the face of Wanyan Chun's chilling aura that he has developed over many years on the battlefield.

"You don't have to look at me like this. Since you already know her ending, you can't change it no matter what, unless you involve yourself in it."

Wanyan Chun took a step forward and grabbed Tumen's collar with all his strength, "So what if I get caught in it, I'd rather be the one who dies."

"But you are not her. She has a special fate. This is her fate."

"What a bullshit fate, you are all robbers, I want to kill you..."

Tumen shook his head helplessly. Feng Jiuqing was right. Anyone who likes to do these immoral things can do it.

He looked at Nangong Ling and said, "If you want her to wake up quickly, take him out quickly."

When Wanyan Chun heard this, his face turned livid. After running around for several days, he now looked rough and embarrassed, but there was hatred in his heart. If there was not still a glimmer of hope, even if he destroyed Feng Jiuqing's body, he would not be able to do anything.

It will make these people get what they want.

But he was still unwilling to give in. Before Nangong Ling even got close to him, he had already taken the initiative.

A martial arts practitioner never just talks about it. The movements he raises his hands are sharp, and all his moves are deadly moves, ruthless enough to take someone's life.

Nangong Ling was no less willing to give in. He used every move to attack, but he was also able to dodge the moves and counterattack Wanyan Lie at the same time.

"Go out and fight." Tumen couldn't stand it any longer. Looking at Wanyan Lie who was still unwilling to let go, he said: "Since you are still here, you must have something to say to me. Since you have something to ask for,

, what do you think, you should temporarily put away your fierceness?"

Wanyan Lie then let go of Nangong Ling's hand and left with a cold face without looking back.

Nangong Ling took a deep look at Feng Jiuqing who was lying on the bed, "When will Jiuqing wake up?"

"Quickly, drag him as much as you can, that kid is probably going crazy now." Although he was talking about other people's sufferings, Tu Men had a faint smile on his face, and that look of despising life made Nangong Ling's face

His expression turned even colder.

"Okay, don't look at me like that. If I... forget it." He stopped talking.

Outside, Wanyan Chun, who had been waiting for a long time, started to kick the door impatiently, Tumen pouted at Nangong Ling, and Nangong Ling went out.

The sound of fighting outside gradually started.

Tu Men also looked at Feng Jiuqing who was standing aside, "It's time to wake up."

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a coughing sound inside the house, and the sound of fighting in the yard gradually stopped.

Nangong Ling looked into the room expectantly, but the light in Wanyan Cheng's eyes completely dimmed.

The two of them walked towards the house together. The chest of the lifeless person was rising and falling regularly, which indicated the change of Feng Jiuqing's identity.

Nangong Ling stumbled towards Feng Jiuqing, her movements were full of caution, as if if she were a little heavier, the breath of the person in front of her would disappear.

Tu Men patted his shoulder and gave the room to the two of them.

Turning his head, he saw Wanyan Lun with empty eyes.

His compassion still moved, "Come with me."
Chapter completed!