There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 492 Fengling Finds Faults and Seventh Young Master Shows His Power (6)
Bai Yang lowered his eyes, remained silent, and quietly accompanied her.

"Maybe, when I go back tonight, that guy will come to trouble me again, even if he doesn't come to trouble me, the world will be in chaos..."

Bai Yang raised his head suddenly, and looked at Yang Churuo's melancholy winks with distress.

who?Who is bothering her?Was it the one who used her?Was it the masked man who shot her with an arrow that day?

"Chu may soon be at war with Tianfeng Kingdom. Tell me, how can the people of Fengguo and Yueguo join hands to deal with Tianfengguo? If Chu just wants to fight against Tianfengguo, it may be evenly matched. Well, Chu Yuchen is not a vegetarian, and Xuanyuan Jinze is not either."

Bai Yang took a fox fur and helped Yang Churuo put it on. His beautiful eyes were full of concern and distress, and he repelled her from thinking so much.

Once upon a time, he only hoped that his sister would grow up surrounded by everyone's doting, and live under their wings for the rest of her life. He doted on his sister to the core, to the soul, and he couldn't see her sister who was hurt in the slightest, but now ... Although her eyes were full of smiles, she couldn't hide the vicissitudes of sadness ...

He really wanted to ask, what had she experienced in the past eight years, and how she survived, but he didn't dare...he didn't dare...

Bai Yang's cold eyes were stained with mist.

Yang Churuo's body suddenly warmed up, and he turned to look at Bai Yang. Unexpectedly, he happened to see the pain in his eyes, and his whole body trembled suddenly.

Such familiar eyes...so familiar taste.

A long memory flashed, when she fell and injured, her brother looked at her with such eyes...

Yang Churuo's whole body tensed up suddenly. Regardless of Bai Yang's rejection, he stepped forward and grabbed his loose sleeves, "Who are you? Are you my brother?"

With a flash, Bai Yang kept a distance from Yang Churuo, restrained all his emotions, and looked at Yang Churuo indifferently.

Yang Churuo stepped forward again and said nervously, "You are my brother, right?"

Bai Yang's body hidden under the loose robe trembled a little, but there was no expression in his eyes, he just shook his head numbly.But my heart was in great pain, so I turned my head away and didn't look at Yang Churuo's disappointed eyes.

Yang Churuo's rising hope suddenly withered like a deflated balloon. She smiled bitterly, staggered a few times, and supported the table weakly.

What is she thinking... what is she suspecting...

Her brothers had died a long time ago... Xuanyuan Jinze had killed her a long time ago, so how could she be alive...

If they were alive, they would have come to save her a long time ago... How could they make her suffer so much in Lanling Terrace...

In this world, she is the only one left... The only thing she has is a handkerchief left by her sister, and a token that looks like iron but not iron, jade but not jade... other than that , she has nothing...

Yang Churuo's eyes were hurt, but there were no tears. Instead, she smiled charmingly. The smile was extremely charming, like a flower, blooming with all its most beautiful things.

Bai Yang's eyes throbbed, and he wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only quietly accompany him.

He has nothing to say, and he can't recognize his sister, so he can only watch her sad... This feeling is really heartbreaking...

"I'm tired and want to rest. Go to the next door and rest." Yang Churuo said calmly with his back turned to him, but his tone was weak.

Bai Yang hesitated for a while, but finally left lonely.

Yang Churuo held the handkerchief tightly, her face was calm, but her twinkling eyes stared blankly at the bright stars, letting the cold wind hit her body.

For a long, long time, Yang Churuo didn't know when, but suddenly a familiar devil's voice came from his ear.

"You are interested, and you can still appreciate the stars, heh..."

Yang Churuo's body shook suddenly.

Feng Ling, it was Feng Ling's voice.

Yang Churuo just changed his face, and soon returned to normal. He indifferently raised a charming smile, turned around, and looked at the man dressed in black with a slight smile, with a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of sharp cold eyes like blades. Wind Ling.

He sneered, "You're really fast, so you're here? Heh..."

"Crack..." Yang Churuo's chin was squeezed hard when Yang Churuo finished speaking, the pain made her gasp, and the familiar smell of mint came to her nose, "You are so courageous, you dare to let Yi Shuchen go Save the little prince Xuanyuan? Do you know what you are doing?"

(End of this chapter)