Li Huang's soldiers took out their bows and arrows, aimed at the beautiful figure climbing on the wall, and shot long arrows with a whoosh.

Qin Ye swung his body to avoid the arrows, and climbed up while dodging.

The city wall was about twenty meters high. She was hanging at a height of seven or eight meters and climbing up slowly.

call out!

whoosh!

The long arrow was filled with murderous intent and was chilling.

She dodged quickly and her arm was accidentally scratched, but she still held on to the rope tightly, pushed against the wall with her feet, and climbed up with all her strength.

Ten meters.

Fifteen meters.

Eighteen meters.

Getting closer.

Just when they were about to climb up, two figures suddenly appeared on the high city wall.

Jun Yilin and Jun Luoyuan!

She was hanging on the city wall, and they stood behind the wall, one above and one below, one looking up and the other looking down, with only five meters between them.

Very close. Very close.

However, the strange curve at the corner of Jun Luoyuan's mouth made a string in Qin Ye's mind suddenly straighten, and an ominous thought flashed through his mind.

"What are you going to do!"

Jun Luoyuan smiled strangely:

"Second brother, look at this selfish woman. She actually ran here. We are kind enough to help her and save Prince Chen, but what about her?"

"Once King Chen was rescued, he withdrew all his men and left you alone in the enemy camp, not caring about your life or death. Is there such an ungrateful person in the world?"

Jun Yilin's face looked very bad, because he was seriously injured and also because he was in an extremely gloomy mood.

At this moment, the look he gave Qin Ye was fiery and full of hatred.

I never thought that Prince Chen and his wife were such shameless people!

Oh!

"Qin Ye, in order to buy time so that you could save King Chen, I risked my life to delay so many troops. I suffered more than 30 injuries, big and small. In the end, what did I gain?"

abandon?

betray?

disregard?

Haha, hahaha!

"I entrusted Yuan'er to you and asked you to evacuate her, but what did you do? You slapped her and pushed her off the cliff, intending to kill her."

"If Yuan'er hadn't lured you back, you wouldn't have come to save me."

"How dare you live in this world with such a shameless and despicable person like you? I treat you with all my heart, but what about you? You have done so many bad things, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Every word he spoke, spit flying, his handsome face was filled with anger, and his eyes were burning with fire.

Qin Ye was hanging on the city wall, and had to dodge the arrows shot by the enemy with great tension, and climb up. For a moment, he couldn't hear what Jun Yilin was saying at all.

"Pull me up!"

She begged.

But the next second, she saw Jun Yilin draw out his sword and cut the rope.

"!"

Her pupils shrank slightly, and without the restraint of the rope, her body suddenly flew into the air and fell on her back uncontrollably.

She opened her eyes wide, full of surprise, and looked at Jun Yilin's face in disbelief as it got farther and farther away.

She sneaked into the military camp alone, risked her life to save him, and supported the entire army to allow him to escape first, but he cut off her only hope of escape.

What did she do wrong?

Why did he do this to her!

Jun Yilin stood on the high city wall, looking down from above.

Traitors should die!

He watched Qin Ye fall, and saw the expression in Qin Ye's eyes change from astonishment to heartache.

His eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Heartbroken?

What's that look in her eyes?

She fell down with her hands spread out, the whistling wind howled, a tear flowed from the corner of her red eyes and disappeared with the wind.

It was as if something floated onto his face.

Slightly cool.

Jun Yilin was stunned for a moment, then he touched his cheek with his slightly stiff fingertips and felt a slight wetness.

"Second brother, what's wrong?" Jun Luoyuan asked.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he always felt that the look Qin Ye gave him was full of pain, shock, grief, and hatred.

That complex look was reflected in his mind, deeply lingering.

His breathing was a little tight, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by something, making it feel stuffy and inexplicably low.

"Yuan'er, I seem to be... a little uncomfortable."

Of course!

You killed your own sister with your own hands. You are related by blood and have a spiritual connection. How can you not feel sad?

But it doesn’t matter, it’s enough that you only love me, your sister.