As Chu Feng thrust his sword towards Ye Zhengrong,
Ye Mengyao directly stood in for her brother, blocking Chu Feng's sword.
A sword through the heart, blood splattered everywhere!
Ye Mengyao's chest was instantly stained red with blood.
Her eyes revealed a trace of an unregretful expression as she fell towards the ground.
"Mengyao!!!"
At this moment, Ye Zhengrong directly hugged his sister, crying out in a lost voice.
While Chu Feng pulled out the Mad Dragon Sword, his body retreated a few steps.
Watching Ye Mengyao's vitality continuously fade away,
Chu Feng's gaze flickered incessantly, showing a trace of guilt in his eyes.
Even though he wanted to kill Ye Zhengrong, he never intended for Ye Mengyao to die.
After all, she was just an innocent and ordinary woman,
but in the end, he still killed her with his own hands,
making it hard for Chu Feng to accept it.
"Mengyao!!!"
"Mengyao, why are you so foolish?"
