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Meng Lang simply couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

How can they show their affection right after killing someone?

"Do you want……"

Before he could finish the last two words, Lu Yuan hugged Meng Qianqian and kicked him.

Thinking of how Lu Yuan killed the Ghost-faced General, he was angry but dared not say anything.

He curled his lips and turned his head casually, and saw Arna looking at the affectionate couple with envy on her face.

He asked, "Do you also think they are immoral?"

Arna shook her head seriously: "No, this kind of relationship is really good."

Meng Lang: "Child."

Meng Qianqian enjoyed his warmth and breathed in his reassuring scent: "How is Duan Mingyue?"

"Your husband just went through a war, and you're caring about other men? Huh?"

The way he said "hmm" was so winding and touching that it made Meng Qianqian feel itchy.

She smiled and said, "Forget it. Even if you don't tell me, I know that he must be fine. And I also know that you saved him. Admiral Lu is the most powerful man in the world. It is my great fortune to marry him."

"Humph."

Lu Yuan snorted nonchalantly.

After Xun Wu cleaned up the mess, he was about to come over to say hello, but after taking two steps he covered his eyes.

"Well... nothing else... I'll go back and report to my brother first..."

"Your elder brother's situation..."

Meng Qianqian was about to respond to him, but Lu Yuan turned her over and pressed her back into his arms.

Immediately, Lu Yuan gave Xun Wu a look that said, "You are so ignorant, why don't you go away?"

Xun Wu caught a glimpse of his warning through his fingers and hurriedly led his men away.

"It's really safe now, right?"

Meng Lang fell to the ground.

He was exhausted.

After the battle, not only was his energy exhausted, but his mind was also almost depleted.

Snapped!

Arna also fell down.

Meng Lang asked breathlessly, "You are exhausted too, right? You have used up so much witchcraft. But then again, how do your witchcrafts control people? What is the difference between them and Maotu's charms?"

Arna did not answer.

Meng Lang said calmly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it. I won't force you. I'm just curious and asked casually. I said..."

He had only said half of his words when he felt his shoulders sink. It was Arna who approached him.

The boy's ears suddenly felt hot.

He cleared his throat: "Hey, you are a girl...you Loulan people...you witches...hey...are you okay? If you are injured...let my sister take a look at you...she is a doctor..."

Suddenly, he stopped, as if realizing something, and looked at Arna beside him.

Arna's face was pale, and drops of bright red blood from her nose fell onto her clothes.

Meng Lang was shocked and quickly supported her: "Arna!"

This exclamation made Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan look towards the two of them at the same time.

Arna slowly opened her eyes, raised her hand to wipe the blood from her nose, and swallowed.

Meng Qianqian hurriedly walked up to her and reached out to pinch her wrist.

Lu Yuan frowned, alert to the movements around him.

Meng Lang asked worriedly, "What happened to her?"

"Arna you..."

Meng Qianqian was about to say something but stopped herself and took out the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles.

Arna held her wrist and shook her head weakly: "No need, I...can't be saved..."

"What happened to her?"

Meng Lang asked anxiously.

Meng Qianqian said with a complicated expression: "She...suddenly withered."

Meng Lang was puzzled: "Withered? She is not a flower..."

But this is the most appropriate explanation Meng Qianqian could think of.

In her eyes, Arna is a blooming flower on the prairie.

More gorgeous than Aimulan.

It is a bud of extreme purity.

"Tiger Guard..."

Arna looked at Meng Qianqian steadily.

Meng Qianqian understood and held her in her arms, letting her head rest on her soft chest and stroking her face gently, as if she were her own child.

Arna closed her eyes comfortably: "I think... I'm going home..."

Meng Lang clenched his fists: "Don't fall asleep! Explain what you are saying clearly! Why do you look like you are about to collapse?"

Arna's body trembled and she spat out a mouthful of blood: "I...we witches...were all cursed by Togatai..."

Meng Qianqian frowned: "Is it Tohetai?"

Arna nodded painfully.

Lu Yuan asked suspiciously: "Is he not dead?"

He personally kicked Tohatai back into the mechanism and saw him being buried under the rubble.

The entire Weiyang Tower collapsed at that time. Even if one had a body as strong as Chen Long, there would be no possibility of survival.

"Forgot he was a wizard."

This guy can redirect the damage.

Although it was not known how many times he could use it, it seemed that he had managed to save his life this time.

"He... is coming... you... leave quickly..."

Arna urged with the last of her strength.

Meng Qianqian held her hand that was pushing her away and said, "I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with you."

Lu Yuan held the sword and stood in front of Meng Qianqian like an emperor galloping on the battlefield.

No matter how many armies there are, he will protect her.

As if sensing Meng Qianqian's determination, Arna stopped struggling and leaned peacefully in her arms.

"Tiger Guard..."

"I'm here."

"Can you... sing a song... for Arna?"

"it is good."

Meng Qianqian responded gently.

Suddenly, the nursery rhymes that my mother often sang to me when I was young flashed through my mind.

She opened her thin lips and said, "Ala...Ata..."

Arna opened her eyes with a smile, looking at the gray-blue sky, and a ray of golden light from the morning sun shone into her eyes.

"Arna saw it... the witch god came to pick her up... Arna went home..."

Her lips moved.

Meng Qianqian leaned in to listen: "Okay, I promise you."

"Thank you."

Arna closed her eyes peacefully.

Her slender arms fell silently.

Meng Lang felt a heavy blow to the chest.

Until this moment, he truly felt her withering.

"Arna——"

He cried out.

Unfortunately, Arna will never be able to respond to him.

Meng Qianqian handed Arna to Meng Lang.

He walked to the corpses, bent down and picked up a bow and arrow: "Don't follow me."

Meng Lang stepped forward but was stopped by Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan stared at Meng Qianqian's back without blinking, watching her walk from darkness to dawn at the end of the night.

"What does she want to do?"

Meng Lang asked.

Lu Yuan: “Revenge.”

Meng Lang was puzzled: "Who are you looking for?"

Lu Yuan looked at Arna in his arms: "The person I should look for."

Meng Qianqian carried a bow and arrow on her back and used her lightness skills to leap onto the roof.

The falcon circled above her head and swooped toward the southeast, letting out a loud eagle cry.

It was a long street that became busy in the early morning, with peddlers and hawkers shouting constantly.

Meng Qianqian stood on the highest eaves, drawing the bow in one hand and pulling an arrow from the quiver on her back with the other.

"Tohatai!"

she snapped.

A man in a cloak and holding a cane looked back at her.

He had a lot more white hair on his temples, and his face looked more haggard.

But his gloomy eyes were still bottomless.

"Death!"

Meng Qianqian suddenly shot an arrow!

Tohatai didn't take her attack seriously at all, but the moment the arrow left the bow, he saw drops of blood splattering on her palm.

His face changed suddenly!

It was too late to dodge.

The arrow mercilessly pierced his chest, shot him flying, and nailed him to the tall doorpost of the shop.

"The blood of the witch..."

His witchcraft... was broken!

“No…no—”

"ended."

After Meng Qianqian finished speaking, she coldly pulled out the second arrow, which pierced through his skull between his eyebrows!