"It's too tragic, how tragic..."
Hei Bu Shui suddenly raised his hand, seemingly wanting to touch Nan Ling Qin's face, but Nan Ling Qin slightly turned her hand away to avoid it.
Hei Bu Shui wasn't angry at all; instead, his eyes shone even brighter, and his breathing became even hotter. "Nan Ling Qin, I heard that you used to sleep with the Crown Prince. Any woman who has experienced love and has been abstinent for so long must also be longing for it."
These lewd and obscene words made Nan Ling frown deeply, and a chill emanated from her. "Do you know the former Prince Xian? He also wanted to take advantage of me, but before he died, his lower body was already useless."
Her harsh words, coupled with her cold, frosty face, made Hei Bu Shui's heart flutter and the lust in her eyes fade slightly. However, it was only for a moment. The winter wind blew by, and the fragrance of the grass in the forest, along with the woman's elegant scent, rushed to her nose. Hei Bu Shui's heart started pounding, and her mind quickly conjured up a wonderful picture of being intimate with such a beautiful face.
The man's heavy breathing and constantly bobbing Adam's apple made Nan Lingqin feel nauseous.
Is she going to die suddenly from damage to her internal organs, or will she fight back? Is Nan Lingqin really destined for such a tragic fate?
But she can't die. If she dies, what will happen to Tridacna, what will happen to the 50,000 Yun Clan members, what will happen to Father Emperor...?
"Black Cloth Water, if you dare touch me even a little, I will make sure you suffer a terrible death."
Hei Bu Shui was intimidated by these words, but he was clearly blinded by lust, his desires outweighing his reason. He took a step forward, and his rough hand had already landed on the ribbon tied around Nan Ling Qin's waist.
Whether it was due to excessive longing or overwhelming excitement, Hei Bu Shui's eyes were bloodshot and his hands were trembling.
"Nan Lingqin, don't worry, I will definitely work very hard."
A vulgar and obscene voice rang out, and the black cloth suddenly pulled the ribbon.
Her outer garment slipped open, revealing a shapely figure beneath her exquisite collarbone, which, even when wrapped in plain clothes, was as tempting as a delicious treat in the night.
"Black Cloth Water, you will die a terrible death."
Nan Lingqin's chilling aura was intimidating. As the black cloth-covered water came close to her mouth, she channeled her inner energy into her hands.
In an instant, her face paled several shades. Nan Lingqin knew that she might not be able to bear the consequences of this slap, but she couldn't bear the madness of those who were good to her if they knew she had been humiliated.
Heaven and hell seem so close, and life is both so long and so short.
So images flashed through my mind.
The image that finally lingered in my mind was...
At that moment, blood suddenly stained his eyes.
A hand, a mouth, two lips—they fluttered before my eyes, clearly separating themselves from their original home.
The scene was too bloody, too cruel, and too exhilarating.
"ah--"
Hei Bu Shui froze for a moment before realizing that his mouth was gone. He let out a scream, but before he could finish, his body tensed up again.
Because his arm suddenly separated from his body.
A person landed in front of Nan Lingqin.
With ink-black hair and a black robe, his brows and eyes were like frost, and he was as domineering as a king who had descended upon the earth, as if he could turn everything in Zhou Zao to ashes in an instant.
That was rage! It was almost enough to unleash a raging storm, choking Black Cloth Water's screams in his throat. Blood streamed down his face and mouth, instantly turning his flesh into a bloody mess, before erupting.
Then, a hundred people arrived from all directions and surrounded the two of them.
"It's okay, I'm here."
Ignoring the people surrounding him, Yuwen Yao turned around, took off his coat and covered Nan Lingqin with it, then gently picked her up in his arms.
She was so light, as light as if she had no bones.
In that instant, the two faced each other under the moonlight. Nan Ling's eyes moistened slightly, and she saw the same light in Yuwen Yao's eyes as she did in his.
It was anger directed at others, but regret directed at oneself.
In that instant, Nan Lingqin wondered what Yuwen Yao would do if something really happened to her.
She suddenly looked away and said coldly, "You don't need to be so hypocritical."
Yuwen Yao's face suddenly contorted with pain, "Qin'er, you're the only one in my world..."
Nan Lingqin's breath hitched.
"Kill...uh...kill..."
Without his mouth, Zhuidamu finally recovered from his shock and terror and began to shout wildly, but then his voice abruptly stopped.
His ears were gone, then his nose, then his eyes...
It seemed like only a moment had passed before it was taken away, splattering blood everywhere.
The clean, efficient, and absolutely cruel method employed by the godlike man in black robes caused the surrounding barbarian Black Cloth Water to freeze for a moment, feeling nauseous and hesitant to approach.
"It's better to live a painful life than to die." Yuwen Yao's voice rang out, icy and chilling, as if he could tear down this small grove of trees at any moment.
Black Cloth Water was in so much pain that he knelt on the ground, unable to think. The wind whistled all around, and a murderous aura filled the air.
Then, a dark figure, holding the blue-clad woman, engaged in a fierce battle with hundreds of black-clad guards.
That was a time of rising winds and surging clouds, a time when mountains became seas.
Swords flashed and blood flew, then everything fell to the ground and turned to mud.
The corpses were piled up like a mountain in the grove.
This was the first time Nan Lingqin had witnessed Yuwen Yao's rage; it was as if he wanted to dye the heavens and earth red and brand the entire long road with his mark.
However, he never abandoned her, never letting her be stained with even a drop of someone else's blood.
His features were cold and resolute, his chin clenched, and beneath his thick eyelashes were a pair of phoenix eyes. It seemed that all he had to do was his strength. He was surrounded by a scene of stained bones.
Hundreds of people... eventually, they all collapsed.
Some had severed limbs, some had stopped breathing, and some were on the verge of death.
This massacre, carrying the rage of one man, is far more terrifying than the battlefield itself.
---Aside---
Don't rush, don't urge, be patient!
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