Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 231
She frankly expressed her shock and admiration for Song Wanzhi, but it was because, when the showdown came, this little girl had to let her know clearly that no matter how powerful she was, she could hold her in the palm of her hand.

"I've seen a little girl like you a lot. No matter how gentle and clear she pretends to be, how can she not care about those saint's relics? Today, if you hand over those things, you will be safe and sound for me. Kneel down steadily, then, you may still have a chance."

She looked at Song Wanzhi, but Song Wanzhi didn't look at her.

What she could see was a line of vast sky beyond the heavy snow, where a goshawk flew up gently just like that.

After Zhaohua looked at her like this, and then at the girl behind her, a seemingly forgiving and cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Song Wanzhi, you have to weigh your strength."

"The first six levels, the first four levels are easy for you to pass, but you also know that. The fifth level, Qi Lianze let go, and the sixth level, Old General Yun had an accident, and you broke it with a sneak attack, otherwise, you Do you think you can get out so easily?"

"And, now, this is not the Seventh Gate. Instead, it is the Seventh Fangsha. The moment you enter this land, all your escape routes have been completely blocked. The Seventh Fangsha, since it is obtained by 'sha' The name, then, itself, is killing. Once touched, there is no way to stop it except blood. You are so young, don't act impulsively, otherwise, you will never have a way to get out alive."

"More importantly, Song Wanzhi, you still want to protect her now, don't you think she is a burden? Huh? Such a burden, you are still using your internal force to maintain the fire of her life that is about to be extinguished. Now you , must be powerless."

"If you are sensible, then temporarily let go of your poor pride, your poor self-esteem, and your poor kindness, otherwise, you will even die without knowing how to die!"

Empress Zhaohua's words came one by one, each voice spread endlessly in the snow, and as her voice unfolded, birds that inhabited the woods flapped their wings and flew away blue sky.

She suppressed it with her voice.

Song Wanzhi, how much courage do you have now?

Flying snow covered it, and a snow-white screen seemed to be densely opened in front of my eyes.

Even though Lian Xuan's consciousness has become unstable, the spiritual sense hidden deep in her bones still makes her feel the boundless danger, and that kind of danger makes people tremble with fear.

Everything around is shrouded by this powerful pressure.

The formations and orientations of the seven evil spirits are ever-changing, weird and unique, and once they go wrong, they will be lost forever.

There are many murderous intentions.

She leaned against Song Wanzhi, and as soon as she closed her eyes, tears fell for some reason.

She had almost forgotten what it was like to cry.

Danger cannot make her cry.

Pain cannot make her cry.

Death could not make her cry.

But now, the protection in this desperate situation made her cry.

In this life, is there a time when she is protected?
She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say a word, and any words she wanted to give up were desecrating this friendship.

Song Wanzhi just held Lian Xuan's hand, then she turned her head, smiled and whispered to Lian Xuan: "Ah Xuan, sleep for a while."

Lian Xuan closed her eyes.

Song Wanzhi took out the third needle in his hand, then moved Lian Xuan's body slightly away from her, and then inserted the third needle into Lian Xuan's chest.

third needle.

The third stick of incense.

Then she turned her head, and finally, for the first time, she really looked at Empress Zhaohua.

What kind of look is that?
Many years ago, standing on that mountain peak, in the stream of life washed away by the water of the Canglang, there was such a look in his eyes.

It is the blue of the blue sky, the sinking of the deep sea, and the city of death that penetrates everything.

Then, she raised her hand, just like that, in the snow, no one knew where she pulled out a sword.

It was a snow-colored sword, flowing like ice and snow, sharp.

She, bright sword.

For the first time in three years, the sword is shining.

After she looked at Zhaohua, there seemed to be a hint of a smile in her voice, that kind of smile that never surprises everything without shame.

"Empress, you are wrong."

(End of this chapter)