Zhao Linger's scimitar flew straight towards the girl's neck.
She was secretly happy in her heart. To be honest, at this moment, Zhao Linger really hoped that the girl could move, even just half an inch, because then the scimitar could take her life.
Not only Zhao Linger, but Zhou Zhiruo also wants the girl to die.
Originally, Zhou Zhiruo planned to do it herself, but what she didn't expect was that Zhao Linger actually took action before her.
In Zhou Zhiruo's heart, this result was the best. It was far better for the girl to die at Zhao Linger's hands than at her own hands.
In that case, even if Zhang Wuji was unhappy, he would not vent his anger on himself.
This time, Zhang Wuji did not try to stop him.
He was not giving Zhao Linger face, because under Zhang Wuji's gaze, the girl hid one of her hands behind her back.
Judging from the girl's posture, her hands hidden behind her back must be holding something.
If nothing unexpected happens, it might be a knife. In fact, not only Zhang Wuji thought so, but Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo also had the same feeling.
Zhang Wuji could tolerate her assassinating him once after losing both her parents, but he was not a Bodhisattva after all, and he would never allow the same thing to happen to him twice.
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The scimitar was getting closer and closer to the girl, but what no one expected was that at this moment of life and death, the girl did not dodge.
She just stood there, motionless.
At this moment, a smile actually appeared on the girl's face. That smile was like the relief before death.
The girl slowly closed her eyes, but at this moment, a tear actually flowed from the corner of her eye.
She was waiting for death. She had lost all her loved ones. In this world where she had no relatives, she didn't want to live anymore.
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The scimitar that Zhao Linger swung out was very accurate, as if there was an invisible thread controlling it in secret.
The scimitar only spun around the girl's snow-white neck. A lot of the girl's black hair was cut off, but the skin on her neck was not hurt at all.
The scimitar spun around the girl's neck and then flew back into Zhao Linger's hand.
After Zhao Linger caught the scimitar that flew back to her, she put it back into the sheath at her waist at lightning speed.
The girl thought she was dead, so she kept her eyes closed, but Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes wide.
She said to Zhao Linger in an incredible tone: "Old woman, are you kidding?"
Zhao Linger said helplessly: "My dear sister, you can't blame me for all this. The knife I swung just now was very accurate. If that little girl dared to move, she would have died. But she wanted to die so badly that she couldn't die."
Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have figured out some things by asking for death. She thought to herself, "Since this girl wants to die, it means she has let go of some things. I guess she is no longer a threat to Zhang Wuji."
Zhang Wuji and the other three ignored the girl and just walked past her slowly.
However, at the moment they passed each other, the girl spat out a mouthful of blood.
This surprised Zhang Wuji and the other two.
Especially Zhao Linger, she thought to herself, "Strange, I didn't hurt her just now."
Then the girl slowly fell to the ground.
It was like a flower in full bloom, being broken in half, with endless resentment and hatred towards the world.
Zhang Wuji and the other three just watched her fall to the ground.
It was only at the moment he fell to the ground that Zhang Wuji and the others discovered that the girl was holding a withered branch in her hand hidden behind her back.
Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "He really wants to die."
Zhao Linger walked up to the girl and gently touched her pulse. "The pulse is very weak. She is most likely dead."
Zhao Linger looked up at Zhang Wuji and said, "Master, will you save me?"
Zhou Zhiruo on the side said: "Why save her? Let her fend for herself."
But just as Zhou Zhiruo finished saying this, Zhang Wuji looked at her.
Zhou Zhiruo knew Zhang Wuji too well. Just by looking at his eyes, she knew that Zhang Wuji was moved by compassion.
Zhou Zhiruo said helplessly: "Forget it, if you want to save her, go ahead. She is not a threat anyway."
Zhang Wuji gave Zhou Zhiruo a knowing smile: "Zhiruo is the only one who knows how to love me."
After saying this, Zhang Wuji came to the girl's side.
He also felt the girl's pulse.
Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "She can be saved, but the girl is too frail and seems to have suffered serious internal injuries. I wonder who hurt her?"
Zhao Linger on the side smiled and said, "The person who hurt her is most likely me. I kicked her that day, but I shouldn't have done that. When I left that day, I gave her some money and asked her to see a doctor. If she had done so, this wouldn't have happened."
Zhang Wuji didn't have time to think about it. He grabbed the girl's wrist and poured his endless internal energy into her body without reservation.
Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing next to him, saw this and frowned slightly, wanting to say something but stopping herself. In the end, she still said nothing.
After a while, a hint of redness finally appeared on the girl's face.
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