Song Pianlan, still laughing shrilly, fell into a pool of blood, dead so suddenly and unexpectedly.
"Be careful!" Fengjue drew his gun and shielded Mo Yinhe.
Mo Yinhe moved even quicker. He had already enveloped Si Mingjing in his arms, protecting her tightly with his tall frame. Simultaneously, he activated the Force Field Protective Shield, a layer of translucent blue light that rapidly enveloped them both.
The next second, Si Mingjing's vision went pitch black. All she could smell was the man's steady breath, a faint scent of agarwood—a powerful aroma that calmed the heart.
Si Mingjing wanted to poke her head out to see what was happening. She looked up and saw Song Pianlan lying in the pool of blood, her eyes wide open as if she had died with a grievance.
