The Phoenix Reborn Book II

Chapter 171 You or My Selfish Self?

The sound of clashing swords rang out loud in the courtyard of the Lan’er residence. The figures of Huang Miaoling and Liang Fenghong seemed to unite to fight Wang Chengliu.

“Ghh!”

A sigh of pain rang out, Wang Chengliu's figure was pushed back as he received a number of injuries from his two opponents.

“Huang Miaoling, Liang Fenghong, you guys are really two selfish people!” w.a.n.g Chengliu growled with burning eyes full of anger. “You know time can rotate, but you don't want to do it and prefer to kill myself and Lan’er!”

Wang Chengliu's sentence made Huang Miaoling grit his teeth. “Egoist? Are you aware of your own words?!”

Sacrificing tens of thousands of lives in two lives to fulfill his own desires, if not selfish, what is his name?!

“On what basis ... on what basis Lan’er and myself must die for the happiness of both of you?!” w.a.n.g Chengliu shouted with burning eyes full of anger.

Wang Chengliu's words ignited the emotions in Huang Miaoling. “Back ask yourself that!” his yell. “On what basis should others lose their lives just because you want to achieve personal happiness!?”

Huang Miaoling pointed his sword at Wang Chengliu.

“So far, don't you hope your sentence can manipulate us!”

Huang Miaoling shot back towards Wang Chengliu. He mercilessly launched a series of attacks on the man.

Seeing the fierce battle of the two people, Liang Fenghong found it rather difficult to follow. If he made a wrong move, then Huang Miaoling would be in danger.

However, upon seeing the opportunity, Liang Fenghong launched a single attack and ended up slashing a single slash toward Wang Chengliu's feet.

“Argh!”

The cries of pain accompanied by the pounding of the knees meeting the ground sounded.

Wang Chengliu has been crippled!

Knowing that one more slash would end it all, Huang Miaoling directly swung his sword towards Wang Chengliu's neck.

“Haaa!”

A second of fractured bones and sword-torn flesh should have sounded, instead echoing the clinking of a shrill sword that made the woman swerve.

There were only three more inches left before Huang Miaoling's sword separated Wang Chengliu's head from his body. A sword stopped him!

The black eyes of the woman were raised, on the figure of the husband blocking her. “What are you doing!?”

In the place where he stood, Liang Fenghong was sculpting. He himself did not understand what was happening.

Why would he stop his wife from ending it all?

What .... what made him doubt?

‘My brother, Liang Fenghong, in the next life, I hope we return to be close friends.’

Did Liang Fenghong's soul still feel guilty for his rashness in that life?

Is that the reason his body moved by itself to protect Wang Chengliu!?

“Au—"

Seeing the doubt in Liang Fenghong's eyes, Wang Chengliu immediately took the opportunity to grab a mouthful of sand and threw it towards the two enemies before.

Sizzles shot out from the mouths of Huang Miaoling and Liang Fenghong as they took several steps backwards. The eyes of both of them were sore from the sand that was thrown.

Huang Miaoling's weak position made Wang Chengliu grin madly as he darted with his sword towards the woman.

“God, Huang Miaoling!”

Hearing that, Liang Fenghong and Huang Miaoling who had just regained their sight were wide-eyed. No movement of protection was taken, both of them could only stare at Wang Chengliu's sword aiming at the Mingwei Junzhu's heart!

Two inches away from Huang Miaoling's chest, the woman was suddenly pulled back, away from the pointed object.

‘What's—?!'

As if time slowed down, Wang Chengliu saw how Huang Miaoling's position was slowly replaced by an unfathomable figure.

The sound of a sword piercing through the body sounded in tandem with a loud cry from Liang Fenghong, “Lan’er!!!”

Lan’er's pale face seemed to grimace in pain, not only because of the pain from the stab wound on her stomach, but because there was a second stab on her chest.

“Different from the first ... this time you really intend to kill ... yes?” lan’er said as she gripped Wang Chengliu's sword tightly.

Noticing Lan’er's actions, Wang Chengliu's eyes turned red, furious. “Kamu—"

The golden brown bead Lan’er switched on the figure of Liang Fenghong. “Now ...”

Hearing La’er's remark, Wang Chengliu knitted his brows. “Release!”

Wang Chengliu tried to pull his sword out of Lan’er's body, but the girl instead took a step closer, not caring about the sword that was immersed deeper and deeper in his body.

When it was close enough, Lan’er hugged Wang Chengliu's body tightly, blocking the man from moving.

“Liang Fenghong!” Lan’er shouted out loudly, staring straight at the figure of Liang Fenghong who was still frozen. “Ending this all!”

Liang Fenghong even gritted his teeth and without thinking anything more, he darted and ended up thrusting his sword right into Wang Chengliu's heart. The pointed tip also did not elak penetrate the body of Lan’er who held Wang Chengliu's figure in an embrace.

Blood flowed down from the corner of Wang Chengliu's lips. The man's rosy bead glanced down, at the figure of Lan’er hugging him tightly.

“Huang Meilan .. you—”