Feng Qiuhuang: The First Princess

Chapter 30
Lian Yu's vision was slack, her body was so heavy that it seemed that someone was pressing her heavily, she was so heavy that she couldn't breathe, Lian Yu thought to herself, perhaps, she really deserved to die here!

The silver-haired boy looked at her coldly, just lying there in the ice and snow, a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, and then he thought of the battlefield full of corpses, and the silver-haired boy's eyes became cold inch by inch.

"Lianyu, don't blame me for being cruel, this is your fate!" The silver-haired boy turned around, without any hesitation in his cold back, and suddenly stopped walking, watching the girl's hands struggling to find a support point in the snow in shock .

The girl who he thought was unconscious actually stood up...

"I can't die yet... I can't die..." Lian Yu muttered to herself, her face was as pale as paper, reflecting the blood on her chest, she was alluring and thrilling.

For a moment, the boy was almost stunned!

Her eyes showed the will to survive that he was familiar with, and he seemed to see himself a few years ago, shouting these words so stubbornly and resolutely, I can't die, I can't die...

Because there is something more important than life left unfinished, so life cannot be lost...

The girl's bloodless face became very pale, she just stood up, and fell down again, splashing snow particles, the snow mercilessly hit the silver-haired boy's face, very painful, his sword, slowly approached the girl's The neck artery, just a little bit of force, and she died.

The moonlight shrouded Lian Yu's body dimly, her eyebrows raised slightly, snowflakes fell on her face, she felt a little numb and cold...

That young man dressed in black, holding a sharp sword in his hand, was as cold and beautiful as a winter plum. He was as tall as a god in the world. Behind him was the universe and the bright moon, exuding a faint silvery moonlight.

This picture is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is a bit dazzling.

Lian Yu raised her hand slightly, pointing in the direction of Sheng Jing, and the corners of her lips raised a sarcasm, as if mocking this cold world, "I want my parents to watch and see how I put this The bustling city has been destroyed, I can't die yet, hell is too narrow to bear my hatred... unfortunately... I can't do it..."

The silver-haired boy looked at her quietly, watching her hands hang down feebly. The empty snow field was so quiet that only the sound of howling wind and snow could be heard.

a long time……

Lian Yu closed her eyes, quietly, without moving...

The silver-haired boy frowned, removed the sword, and said softly, "I'll give you a chance!"

If you really deserve to die, then survive and use your life to prove to me how strong your hatred is!

The boy looked at her quietly for a moment, then turned and left cruelly, leaving her alone in the icy snow.

(End of this chapter)