She's now driven to the brink of desperation. Her only option is to find a few men to absorb their yang energy to stabilize her body, otherwise she'll perish along with this body.
How could she tolerate it?
She was chasing after people in such a hurry that she didn't notice that this was Xiao Tang's bedroom.
As the eldest disciple, Gu Hanxin, saw her long black arms rush in, even in the candlelight, his pale face was clearly visible.
He immediately drew the sword from his waist, with a talisman drawn on the blade in red cinnabar.
He severed the black arm with a single stroke.
Outside the door, Xue Furong cried out in pain and screamed repeatedly.
Xiao Tang raised an eyebrow at the long sword in the man's hand.
It seems he really is the old master's personal disciple; he does have some skills.
Gu Hanxin immediately clutched his left arm with the hand holding the longsword and said to Xiao Tang, "Sect Leader, may I leave the rest to you?"
Xiao Tang raised an eyebrow, took a step, and slowly walked to the door.
When she saw Xue Furong's disheveled state outside the door, she suddenly found it amusing.
When Xue Furong saw her, she seemed to snap out of her daze and looked up at the bedroom.
"This is your bedroom?"
She gritted her teeth.
The severed hand was left in Xiao Tang's bedroom because it was cut off there.
Black blood beads were continuously dripping from the severed section of her arm.
As dark and rich as ink.
If it drips onto the ground, it can even corrode the ground to the point that it emits blue smoke.
Xiao Tang lowered her gaze, following the direction in which the blood droplets fell, and lightly pursed her red lips, "Miss Xue, didn't I tell you not to appear in front of me?"
Xue Furong's face turned even paler.
She screamed, "I didn't want to either!"
She was terrified of Xiao Tang.
If she hadn't been chasing after that senior brother, she would have been led here.
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