"Mrs. Zhao Lin!"
Coming back to her senses, Ji Ruxue hurriedly stepped forward, preparing to check Zhao Lin's injuries, but was stopped by Zhao Lin.
"Little Qiqi, I said I would protect you. Quick, go, go! I can hold them off!"
Zhao Lin stretched out her trembling left hand, blocking Ji Ruxue behind her, using her right hand to prop herself up with a sword, struggling to rise, trembling unsteadily.
Puff!
But in the end, Zhao Lin still spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, her body weakly collapsing on the ground, her breath rapidly declining.
"..."
Ji Ruxue was at a loss for words.
She really wanted to curse right now. It should have been a smooth operation; who could have anticipated that things would turn out this way!
But seeing Zhao Lin sacrificing her life to protect her... why did she feel a bit touched all of a sudden?
Thinking of this, Ji Ruxue's expression turned peculiar.
