After saying that, Feng Xinglang had already untied the immortal binding rope on Yuwen Luoshuang's wrist. At the same time, he also used magic to trap Yuwen Luoshuang in place, so that she could not move. Then he slowly walked to Yuwen Ning's side and helped her whole body up, but the latter did not react at all, like a body that had been already cold.

Feng Xinglang used something similar to a tube to connect the wrist between Yuwen Luoshuang and Yuwen Ning, and at the same time, he inserted another tube-shaped thing into Yuwen Ning's wrist, and then he instilled it with spiritual power into Yuwen Ning.

Soon, a change occurred between the two tubes. Dark red blood began to flow out only on Yuwen Ning's wrist. The tube between Yuwen Luoshuang and Yuwen Ning was transported from Yuwen Luoshuang's body to Yuwen Ning's body, which means that Yuwen Ningzi changed blood at this time. As the blood flowed, the spiritual power in Yuwen Luoshuang's body gradually flowed into Yuwen Ning's body.

Yuwen Luoshuang smiled slightly in her heart. No wonder Feng Xinglang made such a promise. Such a blood exchange method also had a high chance of replacing her life.

"Feng Xinglang, you are so close to me all the way, is it just to exchange her blood?"

The only sound of blood flowing in the huge room was always flowing, and Feng Xinglang did not look up and answered Yuwen Luoshuang's words. In the end, she could figure out some things.

The blood exchange was not very long, and it only took a cup of tea, but it almost took time to free the spiritual power around Yuwen Luoshuang. When the tube connecting her and Yuwen Ning fell, she fell softly to the ground, and then touched the stool beside her, making a bang. At this time, the doorman guarding outside suddenly turned his head and looked at the closed door, and then shook his head at the brothers standing in front of him without saying a word.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, "There will be no future."

At this time, the spiritual pet outside rushed in directly outside the door, staring at Feng Xinglang with a cautious look on his face, standing in front of Yuwen Luoshuang in a protective manner, and screaming loudly at Feng Xinglang.

"I promise you, I will do it."

Yuwen Luoshuang, who stood up, hugged her arm and watched Feng Xinglang in a lonely posture. The blood flowing from the corner of her mouth never dried up.

"I want you to die."

"good."

Feng Xinglang, who stood up from the edge of the bed, took out the soft black-haired sword from his waist and stabbed the soft sword hard in the direction of his heart with his spiritual power. The soft sword directly penetrated his body, and slowly began to flow down the sword head.

The disciples watching outside wanted to take advantage of the situation and run in, but they were stopped by Feng Xinglang with his spiritual power. His purple clothes were stained with red blood, and they became very strange in an instant.

"Are you willing?"

"You are not dead yet, you just haven't done what you promised me."

After saying that, Yuwen Luoshuang used all his strength to turn around, and at this time the spiritual pet also followed quickly, and before leaving, he looked at Feng Xinglang with resentment.
Chapter completed!