Evil concubine commits peach blossom

As if she felt her sadness, suddenly there was a strong wind, and the wind blew off the fallen leaves violently. The pain on her back made her feel so painful that she was in a cold sweat. A fallen leaf was like a sharp knife being blown by the wind. A gash was cut on her body by her hand.

She took a breath of cold air in pain.She bit her lip tightly, clenched the leaves in her hands, and a dazzling light emerged from her eyes as dark as a dry well.Like a person who is about to drown, she suddenly saw a piece of driftwood and grabbed it violently. Her back was as heavy as if she was carrying a piece of iron stone. She stood up with support, holding the leaves and laughing wildly, even drowning Hua Qixie and laughing. the sound of.

Her voice echoed in the woods, under the gloomy sky, when the wind was blowing, she stood up against the wind and smiled straight at the sky, more arrogant than him, more presumptuous than him.Hua Qixie withdrew her smile, as if she never expected such a sudden change.

Just now, he was still leaning on the tree and smiling, watching that useless straw bag being chased by a group of vultures and running all over the woods. Her back had already been gnawed shockingly by the vultures. To laugh even more arrogantly than him when he was about to die was something that he hadn't seen in his own history.

He thought that she would scream for help like a lunatic in horror, he thought that she would cry and run away on her knees like a dog, he even thought that she would kneel and kowtow to him begging for mercy, while he It just didn't occur to her that she didn't cry, she didn't crawl like a dog, she didn't kowtow, but stood up stubbornly, looking up to the sky and laughing!

His long and narrow eyebrows furrowed violently, and his pupils shrank like black jewels. Hua Qixie jumped down from the tree, stepped on the trunk with his strength, and flew towards Mao Ting's direction on a few branches.

He will never forget this scene, under the cloudy sky, the wind howled, the leaves were flying, the woman didn't moan, if it wasn't for her tightly biting lips to reveal her pain, maybe he would feel no pain, She stood proudly, her back was covered with large black vultures that were still nibbling on her body, and the blood dripped down her back onto the ground, dripping bright red blood.

Flying away with ease, he saw her smiling at him from a distance, her eyes pierced with coldness, her smile was full of sarcasm and disappointment, as if she was mocking himself or him.Why would you mock yourself?It doesn't make sense.

The sword eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and even he didn't know why he had an intuition that while this woman was mocking him, she was also mocking herself. Why?Before he could get to the bottom of it, he heard the woman's voice as cold as ice: "My life is up to you. Do you want to kill me? Unless, I voluntarily die by your hands."