Feng Qiuhuang: The First Princess

Chapter 29
The moonlight was hazy, revealing layers of wind and snow, and the light was cold and penetrating.

The strong wind blew the hair of the girl and the boy, and it was constantly fluttering, and the snow particles were flying between them, making it impossible to see each other's expressions clearly.

The sword pierced Lian Yu's body mercilessly, and Lian Yu seemed to feel the ice-like feeling rippling in her body.

First the burning pain, then the numbness.

Blood leaked out of her thin clothes, staining the front of her clothes red, it was both seductive and bloody.

The wind has stopped...

the snow stopped...

Lian Yu saw the cold and beautiful face of the silver-haired boy without any emotion.

The silver-haired boy also saw Lian Yu's pale face, weak but strong.

His hand holding the sword was very steady.

Her guqin fell to the ground.

The amber eyes of the silver-haired boy shone coldly, and the girl's hand pulled out the sword inch by inch...

The teenager was shocked...

"You?" With just one inch, he could take her life, but her eyes stopped with the last effort.

"I can't die yet!" The sword was pulled out, and the blood flowed more urgently, but the girl looked at her straight and repeated what the boy said that day, "I want to live!"

In the empty snow field, the girl's eyes have indescribable courage and perseverance. Those dark eyes reflect the most direct goal. She has the reason she must live.

"Really?" She showed mercy to him that day, but it doesn't mean he will.

When the piccolo came out, the girl held the piccolo tightly with bloody hands. She couldn't play the piano anymore. The wound on her chest and arm made her lose the ability to play the piano, but she could still play the flute.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat, maybe I can spare your life!" The young man spat out the cold words ruthlessly, his perfectly thin lips were lifted up, full of sarcasm.

In the violent storm, the hazy moonlight reflected on the boy's body, his expression was half-dark and half-bright, and the pure moonlight set off his slender figure.

"As long as I have a breath, I will never admit defeat!" Xue flew up in front of the girl, her blood-stained lips spat out hard words word by word.

Since Lian Yu was a child, no one has ever made her admit defeat!

Lian Yu's clothes were stained red with blood. She ignored the severe pain in her chest and forcefully played "Qinhai Song". Whether it was a guqin or a piccolo, if she wanted to play a compelling killer move, she had to match the Qinghai wind. Lian Yu is seriously injured, playing the piccolo is already difficult, and the power is even less powerful, not one-tenth of the usual momentum.

The silver-haired boy sneered, a cold light flashed, and the right sword energy actually split Lian Yu's piccolo in two, "I don't know how to live or die!"

The young man seemed to be deliberately torturing her will, and he was not in a hurry to kill her. He watched Lianyu fall to the ground because he couldn't support it, and his blood stained a bright red flower on the snow.

Lian Yu is very tired...

very tired.

The body gradually became heavy.

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(End of this chapter)