Fan Xing stood up and held Lan Ling in his arms. A green dagger pressed against Lan Ling neck.
"Fan Xing, can you do anything for her?" Ling Chen asked.
"Yes," Anfey said. "I only live for her."
"Even if I let her go, do you think you can take her out of the palace?" Ling Chen soft sword pointed at Fan Xing.
"Then I don' t need to worry about it. Let her go and trade with Lan Ling. "I will take her away from here and never return."
Fan Xing's voice was low and slow as he spoke in Lan Ling ears. It was like a general holding a heavy weapon. On the contrary, his eyebrows Ling Chen tightly knit together. His eyes were burning with fire, as if he was in a mess.
Lan Ling really wanted to know if what Fan Xing said was true or not. Wasn't the child that Wen Heng knocked out really Ling Che
