Chapter 1802

She looked up and looked at her hand. There was a bright red sticky blood in the palm of her hand Strong smell of blood, let her consciousness gradually return.

"You..." Zuo Qingyu couldn't believe looking at Feng dance, "you hit me?"

Zuo Qingyu has never been beaten like this in her life, so she hasn't come back.

But -

Feng dance ignored her at all, and even ignored her completely.

Now for Feng dance, the most important thing is autumn spirit.

Since she was a child, she has been taken care of in every way.

"Girl --" Qiuling saw on her face, that pale and bloodless face, and pulled up a smile: "Miss Before Qiu Ling died I finally saw you... "

Feng dance glared at her: "what nonsense, what can't die? I'm here, who dares to let you die? Didn't you have guts just now? You won't say anything bad about your girl? "

Qiuling was calm at first, but when she saw her girl, she felt more aggrieved and frightened. Suddenly, she cried out.

"Girl Sobbing Girl, Qiu Ling is really afraid... "

Feng dance did not curiously pat her head: "all right, come back to talk with you this elm head, see your girl how I avenge you!"

Feng dance put down Qiuling and stood up slowly.

When Feng dance stood up, her gentle breath of autumn spirit disappeared in an instant, replaced by murderous anger!

Feng dance turns head, that pair of cold and solemn eyes, tightly stare at left Qingyu.

At the moment, Zuo Qingyu

She was staring at her own left hand, and her other hand was covering the mouth of a bowl.

The wound in the back of her head was too big, and the blood was still flowing like a spring.

The third princess did not know when to retreat behind Zuo Qingyu.

From the angle of her standing, she can see the back of left Qingyu. At this moment, the whole back of left Qingyu is soaked with blood.

The scarlet liquid, gurgling down from the back of his head, was not only dyed red, but also trickled to the ground.

Soon, her step back, is a pool of obvious blood, and the blood is still spreading out.

A person's blood is limited, how can withstand such flow?

The third princess stares at Zuo Qingyu's huge wound. Somehow, her heart suddenly starts to panic

She had a very bad premonition

Her feet, subconsciously back, quietly back again

The three princesses retreated silently, while Feng dance stepped forward step by step, and finally settled in front of left Qingyu.

"Feng dance, you dare to hurt me, you, Ju, ran, dare, hurt me!" Zuo Qingyu is extremely angry. She stares at Su Luo fiercely and says word by word.

Feng dance mouth raised a slightly curved, smiling at left Qingyu: "I hurt you, how?"

"You --"

before Zuo Qingyu said a word, Fengwu raised her arm, and a vicious force came out of her palm!

Bang!

He slapped Zuo Qingyu on his face!

"Ah --"

left Qingyu was slapped by Feng dance, and the whole person flew out!

A bang.

She hit the post hard and was bounced back.

Originally big wound, more and more bleeding.

"I not only hurt you, but also kill you!" Feng dance's eyes are just like killing gods, with strong and cold killing intention!

A strong sense of oppression, covering left Qingyu's head.

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