"Shang Wan'er, how can you explain it?"
The wind on the top of the cliff whistled. A woman in a beautiful dress was tied up and thrown to the edge of the cliff. Nearly at the same time, she was thousands of miles away from the abyss.
Nan Jingchen's tone was calm, but his eyes were fixed on Shang Wan'er in front of him. "Why did you kidnap Shasha? Can't you tolerate her like this?"
Shang Wan'er gave a wry smile, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes. "Do you believe what I say?"
"Tell me about it."
Nan Sichen's tone softened a little.
Hearing this, the corners of Shang Wan'er's mouth twitched, and she was ready to tell him in detail what had happened at the foot of the mountain.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when her red lips opened slightly, the West-Hill Lady beside her began to cry sadly. "Brother Chen, it's all my fault. It's my fault that I won't please you. Just let me die. Only when I die will you feel at ease..."
Every word was a ruthless accusation and accusation to her.
At the same time, the shadow of a guard appeared in his field of vision. No one knew what he was talking about, but his eyes turned cold. Like a long sword, he stabbed straight at Shang Wan'er.
It was as if she had been sentenced to death.
"Now that things have come to this point, what else can I explain?"
She might as well admit to her crime.
"So what if I'm the one who did it? Can't I fight to the death today?"
The cold light came out of the sheath, and a crescent-shaped machete appeared on the slender and white hand. There was a cold smile on the blade light. "Okay, I'll accompany you."
Her smile was so bright and beautiful, but it was full of ridicule and endless self-mockery.
Anyway, they had fought before. So what if they fought one more time?
Nan Sichen frowned. "Put down the scimitar."
"Is he afraid that the sword and the saber will hurt the West-Hill Man on the ground?"
Ha.
"Come on!"
Shang Wan'er suddenly put away her scimitar. She exerted force in her palm and attacked Nan Jingyun...
On the other hand, Nan Jingyun didn't panic at all. He furrowed his brows and opened his fingers. He gathered a little of his Internal Strength and returned all of the force that was attacking him.
In the blink of an eye, the Mystical Flower suddenly fell down, as if there was a rain of swords.
The wind on the top of the cliff was stronger.
The whistling wind turned into a bottomless pool under the feet of the man and the woman. In this silent battle, she and he did not give way to each other and killed each other with each move.
Since when had the fight between him and her become so fierce and cold?
Was he in a hurry to save her and wanted to defeat her as soon as possible?
How could it be so easy!
Shang Wan'er jumped up and turned around to kick the man who was close to the edge of the cliff—
Unexpectedly, the wind swept her feet. The woman in the gauze dress on the ground tilted her body and was about to fall off the cliff!
"Be careful!"
In the blink of an eye, after a fierce push from Nan Jingyu, he dashed forward and pulled the man on the ground into his arms.
To be exact, it was his physical body as a cushion, pulling that woman into his hands!
"I'm here." Looking at the woman whose head was tightly buried in his chest and her lips constantly trembling, Nan Jingchen finally couldn't bear it. He stretched out his hand to comfort her...
On the other side, Shang Wan'er, who was pushed away by Nan Jingchen, stood an inch away from the cliff. She covered her abdomen tightly, and the corner of her mouth was dripping with shocking blood.
She already had his child, but his palm hit her lower abdomen!
She stared at the man and woman on the ground, her eyes full of self-mockery.
She watched as they overlapped like mandarin ducks. The man gently untied the woman's shackles, while the woman carefully and coquettishly kissed his lips...
It was cold and painful.
It turned out that the person's heart was colder than the wind on the top of the cliff.
No matter in Prince Nanjing's mansion or in the Sword-forging Tower, he was always the cruel one. The smell of blood on the corner of his mouth was getting stronger and stronger. Shang Wan'er looked away and planned to leave.
Forget it, he didn't deserve to know about the existence of this child. The friendship between them had been exhausted by now...
It was time to end the four-year love affair.
Unexpectedly, there was a softness in her legs. She slipped and accidentally fell back. Behind her, she was like a butterfly with broken wings falling down from the cliff!
"Wan'er!"
Nan Jingyun was woken up by the commotion at the edge of the cliff. He pushed away the person on top of him and rushed straight to the cliff—
"Young Master!"
A sharp-eyed guard quickly stopped him...