Meng Jingtian rolled his eyes and patted Nangong Lin’s shoulder like he did with the burial sword. He pointed at Cheng Yalin, who was carried away by the palace guards, he said earnestly, “Little Jian, I’m not the one who said this, but how can you treat a girl like this?”
“Who are you? !”Nangong Lin’s expression changed when he heard that. He subconsciously took two steps back and asked Meng Jingtian.
That action just now and that tone just now were too familiar.
“It really is you!”Meng Jingtian’s smile suddenly disappeared. He sneered and said, “Go back to the Resurrection Point and think about who I am!”
A bolt of white lightning flashed, and Nangong Lin was sent back to the resurrection point with a shocked expression.
Cheng Yalin, who was lying on the shoulder of the palace guard, was stunned when she saw this scene. She muttered, “You... You Are...”
