Lan Xihe saw Ye Ying resolutely stand in front of Jun Ning, and her face showed a look of grief. She couldn't understand, what was so good about Jun Ning? Why was he worth Ye Ying risking his life time and again to save?
Jun Ning's life is a life, but isn't Ye Ying's own life also important? Can he really afford to act so recklessly?
Tears of heartache fell from Lan Xihe's eyes, yet even so, she didn't want anything to happen to Ye Ying. At the very moment when the scimitar was about to pierce him, she wanted to retract the scimitar.
But it was too late.
She had exerted too much force, and the scimitar had already been thrown; it wouldn't stop unless it tasted blood.
At this moment, the scimitar was getting closer and closer to Ye Ying, about to pierce Ye Ying's chest.
Lan Xihe understood better than anyone how much force she used when she threw the scimitar.
She was aiming to take Jun Ning's life.
Once the scimitar stabbed someone, that person would surely die.
