Upon hearing this, Wei Yao asked urgently, "What are you going to do?"
“I will not go with Mo Ye, I did not write the letter, and I will not go back to the Mo family. I just want to choose a new life that I can control and start over.”
"Aqing, you're so badly injured, where are you going?" Wei Yao asked her with a heavy heart.
Wang Zebang was furious. He picked up the barely alive Gongshu Lan and shouted at Wei Yao, "Grab her! We can't let her escape!"
Wei Yao froze, and just as he took a step forward, Fu Rong shoved Ya into his arms and stepped in from the side, trying to grab her.
But Zheng Quchi tore open his clothes and pulled out a homemade slingshot from the tightly wrapped layer of his bra.
She placed the pebble on her shoulder, squinted, and aimed it at Fu Rong.
Fu Rong dodged in time.
The small stone fell to the ground with a whiff near his ear, actually creating a small hole. Although its power was not comparable to that of a crossbow, it should not be underestimated.
Fu Rong was horrified. The two pebbles from the other party, like straight lines with clearly calculated trajectories, grazed his earlobes from the left and right. If they had been an inch longer, he would have lost both ears.
He became more alert and looked over again, but in the next second, he seemed to see something impossible and was stunned and speechless.
His gaze fell precisely on her neck and collarbone, where something was hanging, half-revealed and half-hidden.
Zheng Quchi noticed his strange gaze, immediately straightened his clothes, and turned to leave.
As she turned her head, she glanced in Yuwen Sheng's direction out of the corner of her eye.
On the battlefield, he was more terrifying than a killing machine. In a short period of time, he destroyed eight or nine out of ten of the crossbows that Mo Ye used to deal with him.
However, he was not unscathed. During this time, a corner of his battle robe was torn. He smoothed down the flying hem of his robe and his gaze fell on Gongshu Lan, who was beyond saving.
There were no ups and downs, just as Gongshu Lan's life or death had nothing to do with him.
Gongshu Lan could no longer see clearly. With her last breath, she looked in Yuwen Sheng's direction... In the end, she couldn't get even a shred of his love or tenderness. Even death couldn't earn her a single glance from him...
Brother, what you told me back then was right... Yuwen Sheng was arrogant and lonely all his life. He was cold to everyone. He would never feel sadness, joy, separation, or reunion for anyone.
Her hand fell silently to her side.
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