Ye Qing Ling's longsword pressed against Ye Feng Yu's neck.
"Fourth Sister, you..." Ye Feng Yu's complexion ashened. He didn't expect that Ye Qing Ling surprisingly tricked him.
"That shameless sister of yours is trash. As a brother, you're also an idiot. You two brother and sister are truly a perfect match." Ye Qing Ling arrogantly laughed heartily, her eyes brimming with ridicule.
Ye Feng Yu wasn't afraid at all of the longsword pressed against his neck.
What made him frightened was that the person who pressed the sword was his very own fourth sister.
He didn't view his fourth sister as an enemy at all and was even lenient towards her.
However, Fourth Sister nevertheless wholeheartedly wanted to take his life, wanted to take his elder sister's life!
Elder Sister was right, in the midst of battle, the biggest taboo was precisely to be lenient.
There was an old saying, there's no father and son on the battlefield.
