Yun Zhaohe stood up, walked to the door of the tent, then turned to Ling Zhiyan and said, “You should know what happened next soon.”
Ling Zhiyan stood up and said, “You can’t leave.”
Yun Zhaohe raised his eyebrows and said, “Why?”
Ling Zhiyan lit up the wax ball in Liang’s hand and said, “I have already put a worm on you just now.”
Yun Zhaohe was stunned, and then laughed out loud: “It’s useless, I’m going to die, no one can live.” The implication was that the two children were dead.
Ling Zhiyan naturally wanted to get it, so she said, “I know, so it’s not your life.”
“What is that?” Yun Zhaohe asked.
Ling Zhiyan said, “Love Gu,
I don’t want life, but I can’t live, but I can’t seek death.”
Yun Zhaohe smiled even happier after hearing this and said, “Your insect is useless to me.”
Ling Zhiyan was surprised that the insect that could achieve the same life and death on her body was the love Gu. She had used the twin insect and did not have it at hand, otherwise it would not be the turn of the love Gu.
Yun Zhaohe left the tent, and Ling Zhiyan chased him out and stood at the door.
Yun Zhaohe whispered: “If I had met you first, it might have been another situation now.” Even if he could let go of that much hatred, Ling Zhiyan’s heart did not belong to him, and he could not force it.
The wind was strong, and Ling Zhiyan didn’t hear Yun clearly
Zhaohe asked, “What did you just say?”
Yun Zhaohe waved his hand and turned around and whispered, “If you don’t love me, I will kill Xiao Lanzhan. If you want to love me, you will be my life.”
Unfortunately, Ling Zhiyan still didn’t hear it. The distance was far, and Yun Zhaohe could only see Ling Zhiyan’s confusion and sorrow.