Yun Jiao's face darkened and became uglier by the second. The words about leaving got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

Yang Wei stepped forward and said, "She is not yours, you have no right to detain her!"

He had just taken a step forward when the black-clad guards took three steps forward, drew their swords, and pointed a dozen sharp blades coldly at the two of them.

The air was sharp and the atmosphere was solemn, ready to explode at the command.

Ling Che smiled in an especially gentle and harmless way, "Jiaojiao, tell him who I am to you."

Yun Jiao's hands gradually clenched...

Yang Wei drew his sword. The woman he loved was bullied in front of him. No man could tolerate this. He would protect her to the death even at the cost of his own life.

"Ling Yunche, you have committed many crimes and killed countless people. Today, let me meet you!"

After shouting, he rushed forward.

Before he could get close, he was stopped by the guards and a fight started.

"You are not qualified to fight my young master!" Zhang Nian stood aside, his voice cold, "These guards are enough to kill you!"

Dozens of figures were intertwined fiercely, the flashing of swords and the sounds of fighting were even colder. Every collision of swords was like a hit on the heart, urgent and compelling.

Yun Jiao was worried that if more than a dozen people attacked Yang Wei alone, Yang Wei would not be able to withstand it.

But after four or five moves, Yang Wei's martial arts skills were beyond her expectations.

After not seeing him for five years, he not only lost weight, but also acquired powerful martial arts. That mature face looked calm and cold when he fought, and he was fully focused. He seemed like a different person, exuding an invisible sharpness.

Facing more than a dozen people, he was not at all nervous and even fought them to a draw.

At this time, Zhang Nian loosened the chain in his hand, and a ferocious wolfhound suddenly pounced over.

“Be careful!”

When she was about to step forward, suddenly, a big hand grabbed her, "Are you worried about him?"

Ling Che appeared behind her at some point, like a ghost, silent and quiet, and his words made people feel cold to the core.

In just one second, a lot of information flashed through Yun Jiao's mind:

Yang Qianxue had just died, and Madam Yang must have been hostile to Yang Wei. Yang Wei's situation in the Yang family was very difficult, and he had to protect his mother, so it would not be appropriate for him to bring her along as a burden.

Even if she and Yang Wei forced their way out of Ling Mansion today, the days ahead might not be easy.

She will ruin Yang Wei's future.

Even if I could walk, I couldn’t; moreover, I couldn’t walk…

Yun Jiao's tense body slowly relaxed. She resisted the urge to attack and watched helplessly as the sneak attacking wolfhound bit Yang Wei's back, tearing off a piece of flesh and splattering blood on the spot.

She pursed her lips tightly, trying her best to hold back, and said:

"You let him leave, I won't leave, I'll stay, I will never leave you again!"

Ling Che smiled: "I don't believe you would be so obedient. You are just worried about him, but you won't admit it. Now you are saying these conscienceless words for him, Jiaojiao..."

He sighed softly:

"What do you want me to do with you?"

He pulled her into his arms, put his arm around her neck, leaned lazily against her, looked at the fierce battle over there, and said:

"How about killing him? If he dies, you won't always want to run away?"

Yun Jiao clenched her hands tightly, "He is my friend!"

It would be better to kill her than to kill him.

"Ling Yunche, why do you have to kill him so ruthlessly? If he dies, do you think I will be willing to stay by your side? Are you really happy to get a corpse without emotions?"