A stinging pain came into Yuwen Luoshuang's heart. Because she was hanging upside down, her head began to feel dizzy. Perhaps because she was afraid of death, she controlled her thinking with her mind, which actually made the heart-wrenching pain less.

The day after she woke up, she knew from the servant's mouth that Yuwen Hanyue often used violence against herself because she had strong spiritual power.

"This feeling is good, tsk, if there are more cross marks, it would be even better."

While speaking, Yuwen Hanyue had already scratched Yuwen Luoshuang's face several times. But strangely, she didn't even hear any help or pain, which disappointed Yuwen Hanyue.

She pinched Yuwen Luoshuang's face, but was surprised to see her cold eyes, and then took a big step back.

"Just because of you, a useless man, shouldn't live in the Yuwen family. Now I will let you reincarnate!"

Unable to see Yuwen Luoshuang's indifferent eyes, she concentrated all her spiritual power on the crescent knife, and then with force, the knife had already flew to Yuwen Luoshuang's neck. When she was about to cut it off, she was shocked by a stronger spiritual power, which also made Yuwen Hanyue vomit blood.

When Yuwen Hanyue looked up, she saw Feng Xinglang, and he had already put Yuwen Luoshuang down from the tree and just took it in his arms.

"What a storm. You trespassed into Yuwen's backyard again and again, and you are not afraid that I will talk to your father!"

"Why, tell your father how to bully your sister?"

"I just said that you came to the backyard to force Yuwen Luoshuang to take her away, and even hesitated to beat her to seriously injured."

After saying that, Yu Wen Hanyue's face was full of calculating expressions. She was just a teenager, and in Feng Xinglang's eyes, it was just a pediatric trick.

"Do you think that psychic mirror is for fun?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xinglang had already left with Luoshuang, leaving only Yu Wen Hanyue with a pale face. The power of the spiritual mirror was to know everything that had happened throughout the ages.

Yuwen Hanyue stomped her feet hard, "Someone wants to save you, but I just let you die."

When leaving the backyard, Yuwen Luoshuang easily left Feng Xinglang's arms, and then said, "Thank you for helping you again."

"oh?"

Feng Xinglang looked at the woman in front of her meaningfully. Not long ago, she was a dying person, and instantly she became the same as usual, and the few shocking blood marks on her face gradually faded.

As a result of the devil, Feng Xinglang stroked Yuwen Luoshuang's hand and took a step back in surprise, but was trapped invisibly by Feng Xinglang.

Feeling the cold breath coming from his fingertips, every time the scars and blood there disappeared in an instant when his fingers scratched.

This made Yuwen Luoshuang very confused. Did the owner of this body have any kind of social interaction with this man? Why did he choose to save her again and again?

"I said I would repay you for your life-saving grace, but I have nothing now, and I will repay you in the future."

"I'll talk about this later, keep it first."
Chapter completed!