As the saying goes, true feelings are revealed in times of adversity.

Only by falling into such a state of dying can you know whether that person is important in your heart or not.

The swordsman exerted a little force in his palm, shattering the crutch he was leaning on. The sword that had accompanied him for many years was suddenly shook his hand.

On the other side, he used his remaining broken arms to protect his junior sister behind him and whispered: "If you look for an opportunity, you should leave quickly and don't worry about me. And don't avenge me."

Qiaoling shook her head, looked at the young master who was laughing and watching here, and Mr. Yang standing behind him, her eyes gradually became firmer: "Senior brother, no one of us must die today."

"You mean?" The swordsman looked at the junior sister's gaze. The smiling young man in Jinyi seemed to have no feelings about the sword here, and was looking at the scenery in the garden with interest. The swordsman's eyes lit up and laughed in a low voice, "What a playboy."

Mr. Yang shook his head slightly, as if he was a little disdainful of the two of them. After all, if they were asked to kidnap this young master in front of him, where would he put the face of his master in the world?

Thinking of this, Mr. Yang took a deep breath, and the wind in the garden immediately blew away the remaining fallen leaves on the trees.

The young master who was watching the jujube tree in the garden from afar looked back in dissatisfaction: "Mr. Yang, can you not exert so much force when you breathe?"

When he heard the young master blame, Mr. Yang quickly suppressed the surge in momentum and said humbly: "I know my subordinates are wrong."

The young master smiled slightly and refused to comment.

Qiaoling looked at her senior brother and saw that his face was also pale.

The swordsman swallowed half of his saliva slightly, moistening his hoarse throat: "Sir?"

As soon as he said that, the swordsman suddenly woke up and hurriedly begged: "Sir! It's because my subordinates are not doing well. My junior sister also let those people go because she saved me! I beg you to punish me only for one subordinate, my subordinate..."

The young master Jinyi sighed and turned his head to look at the pair of desperate mandarin ducks: "Are you planning to take it with all your strength?"

The long sword fell to the ground, and the swordsman protected the junior sister with his broken arms. Behind him, the intact hand held the junior sister's hand tightly. The palm felt her slender fingers trembling constantly. The swordsman sighed: "Yinjiagou did not kill everyone. It was the fault of his subordinates. How could he let others take the life of his subordinates? Please let my junior sister leave."

The young master waved his hand slightly: "Jinnian, do you know that your junior sister, letting Jiang Baochan, who had left the city secretly without telling you?"

The swordsman named Jinnian breathed and suddenly looked at his junior sister.

At this moment, Qiaoling's face was pale and almost transparent.

The junior sister's hand was slightly pressed, trying to break free from his palm. Jinnian's eyes gradually dimmed.

The adults made arrangements for several years, just for one of Guangyihou and Jiang Baochan and his son. However, the junior sister let one of the two targets go away. He didn't know what to say or what to do, so he could only let the junior sister's hand break free from his palm.

The young master looked at the bare jujube tree in the garden: "Jinnian, you took the initiative to find Mr. Yang and said that your Nalan family had died in the hands of the Marquis of Guangyi and his lackeys. Please take you in. In order to facilitate your two people to live, I will give you this small courtyard. You said that your junior sister likes jujube trees, so I told someone to find a tree that was longer-aged from outside Yingtian City and transplant it here. But how did you two repay me? They actually let Guangyi Marquis go away like this?"

Nalan Jinnian shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Jinnian remembers the kindness of his lord. Please believe that the junior sister is just concerned about her subordinate's injuries, and she is not willing to let go of Guangyihou's only son."

The young master sighed and shook his head: "Didn't you be interested? You are not interested and rented a carriage for him and told the old servant to send him back to Huaiyin City overnight?"

"Sir! Junior sister...!"

The young master waved his hand and said, "Don't explain it anymore. You two have followed me for many years. Since you don't plan to use it for me again, just clean up." After that, he sighed and waved to the outside of the door: "I'm leaving, I'll give you a gift. From now on, the world is a passerby. You two, please do it yourself."

Mr. Yang followed the young master out of the door. When he crossed the threshold, he looked back silently and looked at the two of them, his eyes as if he was looking at the dead.

The entourage outside the door walked in with a wooden box, gently placed it in front of the two of them, bowed a little and followed the master out.

Jinnian bent down and opened the lid of the box with his one arm.

Inside, a human head sprinkled with lime powder was bleeding and tears.
Chapter completed!