Chapter 8: The King of Lanling

Coupled with the fact that the sky is beautiful, it is about to rain, which will definitely affect the speed of King Lanling's horse.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the heavy rain poured down at this time, and the large raindrops of soybeans fell on the handsome face and body of the king of Lanling.

Could it be that the day he renounces revenge is the day he is about to face death?

Hehe, does God really want to let him go?

hugged the fox in his arms tightly, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his heart.

It's clear that they haven't been in contact for a long time, and it's clear that they probably don't know each other yet.

There is no road ahead, there is a cliff, and below the cliff is the rolling river, the current is turbulent, very dangerous, once you fall off the cliff, it is very likely to lose your life.

King Lanling grabbed the reins and turned his horse around.

There is no way back behind him, he can only fight hard, and maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

"I'm sorry to put you in such a situation with me." King Lanling couldn't help feeling guilty in his heart, even if he died, it would be fine, as long as Yan Xiaomo could live.

She'd already saved him three times, and this time it was his turn to return the favor.

Lin Che looked at the man in front of him tightly, and had to say that the man in front of him was too beautiful, if it weren't for the coldness on his face and the solemnity in his eyes, he really didn't believe that it was a man.

"King Lanling, respect you as a man, how you want to duel, this general will fulfill you." Lin Che shouted to the Lanling King, the armor on his body was already wet with rain, and he reached out to wipe the rain from his face.

"You can go up as many people as you can, provided you don't hurt this fox."

King Lanling put Yan Xiaomo on the ground to ensure Yan Xiaomo's safety.

Lin Che's gaze fell on the white fox, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the always cold King Lanling would actually protect a fox.

"Okay." Lin Che sent two people to pick up the fox, and the rest rushed up to deal with the king of Lanling.

In the rain, the swords were chaotic, the ears were full of terrible screams, and the sound of weapons hitting each other, and the ground was full of bright red blood, I don't know whose it was, all the blood and water were mixed together.

There was a hint of fishy sweetness in the air.

Yan Xiaomo's vision was blurred, I don't know if it was blurred by the rain, or the tears that couldn't help but flow out of her eyes blurred her vision.

The purple figure had been stained red with blood and turned dark purple, and I didn't know if it was the blood on his body or someone else's.

Until the figure disappeared into the cliff, and the ground was covered with the corpses of the Iron Knights.

Yan Xiaomo struggled to jump out of the arms of those guards and ran towards the edge of the cliff, the soil under her feet loosened, and Yan Xiaomo almost fell down.

There was only turbulent water below the cliff, and there was no trace of King Lanling at all.

She anxiously shouted the name of King Lanling in her heart, and whimpered a few lowly, like a puppy that had lost its owner.

The hair was soaking wet, but she couldn't care about it.

The body was suddenly picked up, and the distance from the ground became farther and farther away.

"Let's go, King Lanling won't come back." Lin Che watched the little fox whimpering helplessly, and his heart was inexplicably touched.

Bent down and picked up the weeping blood blade on the ground, held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, before he said slowly: "This is the last thing left by your master, I will help you put it away." ”