I stretched out my hand to touch a petal falling in front of me. The petal became shallow and transparent, unable to be touched. This is Xuan Ling's illusion.
The sword in his hand suddenly flew away from his hand and flew in my direction. The target was not me but Wu Yan. When I was about to stab her, the blue flames in my palm melted the sword, and the sword dissipated in the air like scattered dust.
"Brother!" I looked at him sadly.
"Lan, even if I can't kill her, it will be difficult for her to stay in the palace."
I saw his fingers curled slightly
"Why?" I asked with tears in my eyes. Then I saw him suddenly laughing, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, and he said, "Lan, you are really like a child like this."
Xuan Ling looked at me without saying anything. After a long time, he slowly said, "Lan, please go. I no longer have the ability to protect you?"
He covered my eyes with his hands to prevent me from seeing the tears in his eyes.
"I have no choice because I am the future king."