Feng Haitang was stunned, stopped crying, and looked up.

But I saw the scene of a man crying silently.

Yan Haotian still had no expression on his face, and he seemed to be unaware that he was crying.

But his silent tears made people truly feel his regret, pain and sadness.

At this moment, Feng Haitang's heart was miraculously warmed.

Even the pain in her body, the nausea and fear just now, were thrown behind her head little by little.

She gently stroked Yan Haotian's scarred face and wiped away the tears from his face.

He said softly: "Haotian, I...I have been touched by Zhao Tianxiang, a disgusting scumbag. There are still ugly scars on my body. I will never...I will never be worthy of you again. It was right for you to push me away before. Without me, you are the leader of the Moying Camp and the cultivation of a lady, you will definitely find a better woman..."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Haotian had already covered his mouth.

He roared angrily and stared at him fiercely.

In that eyes there was the heart and affection that I was eager to express.

Feng Haitang's mind was twisted and turned, and there was only one thought in his mind-

Yan Haotian, you dare to say that you don’t love me! Now you should also taste the feeling of being rejected at the beginning.

But on her face, she showed a heartbroken expression and pulled Yan Haotian down.

He was struggling to leave his arms, "Yan Haotian, I don't need your sympathy. Didn't you say that you have never liked me? Now I am willing to leave you on my own initiative, isn't it just right for you to be satisfied?"

Yan Haotian is not good at speaking, not to mention that he can't speak at all now.

At this time, seeing Haitang covered in bruises, she was sad and determined to break free from his arms, and she felt anxious.

The next moment, his body seemed to be separated from his brain and had his own consciousness.

Just as Haitang was about to break free from his arms, he suddenly pulled the person back to his arms and kissed him hard.

Feng Haitang just struggled lightly and was completely immersed in the man's deep and hot kiss.

Neither of them noticed it. Zhao Tianxiang, who was almost dying on the ground, opened his eyes and looked at them resentfully.

Then, with his only intact hand, he crushed a black pill.

A unique atmosphere that seemed to exist and not existed in the room was faintly filled with emotion.

Yan Haotian and Feng Haitang suddenly woke up and stood up from the bed together.

Seeing Zhao Tianxiang who woke up and the stuff he had just crushed in his hand, the two immediately took an interpreter pill.

Zhao Tianxiang looked at their actions, but couldn't help laughing, "You... do you think what I just crushed was poison... poison... ha... ha... ha... ha... you were wrong, that... that's much scarier than poison... you're dead... you all... dead..."

Yan Haotian and Feng Haitang both had bad premonitions in their hearts.

There seemed to be some extreme danger, approaching them little by little.

Yan Haotian quickly stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand was unshewn, slashing towards Zhao Tianxiang's neck.

No matter what kind of danger is coming, this scum who attempts to insult Haitang must die.

However, just as Yan Haotian's sword blade fell heavily, and Zhao Tianxiang's panic sight had already cut his skin.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle came.
Chapter completed!