Leng Yuyuan had the heart to kill himself, and the two most important women in his life were both disappointed because of his indecision!

Seeing that Leng Yuyuan was less than half a foot away from Bai Xiaoxi, the four masked men seemed to be impatient to continue watching the show.

The tall masked man said, "Mother-in-law, I can't stand it. Let's kill this kid and ask them to reunite underground?"

Another person said: "Leave it to me!"

The man raised the sword in his hand in a very exaggerated manner and walked towards Leng Yuyuan step by step.

Leng Yuyuan ignored it and seemed to have not seen it. He just moved to Bai Xiaoxi intently. He didn't want to resist, he was not afraid of death, he just wanted to be by Xiaoxi's side so that she wouldn't be so lonely!

The masked man was not far from Leng Yuyuan. Leng Yuyuan had used all his strength to climb to a distance that was difficult for him to climb. He had only gotten a few steps away. When he walked, Leng Yuyuan had touched Bai Xiaoxi's hand. He tried all his strength and sat up regardless of the pain all over his body. He silently hugged Bai Xiaoxi's body, which seemed to be already cold, and moved it to his arms and hugged it tightly.

He could only hug Bai Xiaoxi's upper body, let her rest on his legs, look at Bai Xiaoxi's pale face, and then raised his head and looked at the masked man in front of him calmly.

The masked man's eyes were unclear. He was holding a sword in his hand, but he raised it high and cut it down like a knife. He shouted: "Boy, go and die!"

Leng Yuyuan lowered his head. He didn't want to see those people. He just wanted to deeply imprint Bai Xiaoxi's appearance in his mind when he was dying.

He let her down in this life, and he will definitely redeem it in the next life.

Suddenly, the local yelled, and the sword in the masked man's hand did not fall on him, but fell to the ground.

And the masked man suddenly took three steps back and shouted, "Who is it?"

A thin figure dressed in a moon-white dress and wearing a silver mask walked in from outside the temple.

The tall masked man said, "Who are you?"

"Silver-faced man!" Yan Qingrui replied slowly, her eyes swept across the faces of Leng Yuyuan and Bai Xiaoxi. Leng Yuyuan was also looking up at her at this time. Leng Yuyuan's eyes were silent and calm. There was neither the joy of the rescue, nor the sadness of Bai Xiaoxi's yin and yang separation. It seemed as if nothing had happened.

And under this calm, there is a deeper sadness.

His voice was dull, as if he came from an ancient place, with a desolate aura: "Brother Qing, don't worry about me, go quickly!"

The silver-faced man said, "What about you?"

Leng Yuyuan's voice was neither happy nor sad, and he said without rising or falling: "I want to accompany Xiaoxi here!"

A short masked man said, "Everyone come together and kill this kid!"

The four masked men were completely different from dealing with Leng Yuyuan, and they rushed forward and attacked the silver-faced man.

The silver-faced man hooked his feet, picked up the sword on the ground, reached out to catch it, and fought with the four masked men.

Leng Yuyuan looked at the silver-faced man with concern at first. When his brother's martial arts skills were very strong and he was not inferior to the enemy of four, he lowered his head and kept holding Bai Xiaoxi's posture, looking at Bai Xiaoxi's face without a moment.
Chapter completed!