Although Leng Yuyuan is fighting with his life completely, when his strength is too different, he has only supported him for a while.

After a few hundred moves, the tall masked man took advantage of Leng Yuyuan's attack on the short masked man and kicked him away.

His body moved in the air and fell to the ground and made a sound. The sword in his hand had fallen as early as when he was kicked away, and the place where he fell was only five feet away from Bai Xiaoxi.

When he moved, the kicked abdomen seemed to be twisting together, and it was extremely painful. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his mouth, and the internal force in his body seemed to have been exhausted.

Four masked men stood in the distance and looked at him from a high place. No matter who they took action at this time, Leng Yuyuan had no strength to fight back.

They didn't move for the moment. I don't know if they were waiting for Leng Yuyuan to get up and then teasing him like a cat and a mouse, or if they felt that Leng Yuyuan's strength made them disdainful to take action.

Leng Yuyuan's eyes were filled with despair and sadness.

It’s not for the sake of my death, but for my own death, I cannot avenge Bai Xiaoxi.

He is about to die, right?

Well, he was not afraid of death. On the contrary, he hoped that these masked men would kill him as soon as possible.

Seeing Xiaoxi die in front of him, he was powerless. This feeling was originally more uncomfortable than death. In addition, if Bai Xiaoxi had not been restless, she would not have appeared near the General Zhennan Mansion. She was taken advantage of by these people. She felt guilty and self-blame, and deep distress, which made him feel that if he had accompanied Bai Xiaoxi, Bai Xiaoxi would not have been so lonely.

Therefore, he no longer thought about killing the four masked men, but used all his strength to move towards Bai Xiaoxi.

Every time he moved, he felt a piercing pain in his body, but this pain was even lighter than the pain in his heart.

Especially when he crawled closer and saw Bai Xiaoxi's pale, bloodless and silent face, his eyes were filled with sadness.

Four masked men stood there with their hands on their chests.

The tall masked man said cynically: "This kid is really a love saint!"

Another person said: "What kind of love saint, a fool? Isn't marry him when he is alive, and then die before committing suicide. Is this called love saint? It's called an idiot!"

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Leng Yuyuan was injured and felt pain like needles all over his body, and he still crawled towards Bai Xiaoxi little by little. His movements were very slow, but his eyes were very firm.

He clearly didn't think about anything in his mind, just thinking about going to Bai Xiaoxi to accompany her and not letting her feel lonely.

However, the masked man's words were like a thorn, piercing directly into his heart.

He obviously had the chance to marry Xiao Xi, didn’t he?

Because he couldn't let go of his obsession, Qing'er was unwilling to watch his best friend become a substitute, so the matter was left alone.

If he had not always had that obsession in his heart and ignored Bai Xiaoxi, if he had such sincerity in his heart, even if he had just gone to Bai's house to propose marriage and just made a marriage between two people, Bai Xiaoxi would not have been so desolate when she left.

But it's too late to regret.

He had let Qing'er down, and now he let Xiao Xi down again.

Qing'er has gradually gotten farther away from him and can never return to his side.
Chapter completed!