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However, she didn't feel any pain. She opened her eyes and looked over to see Qiu Xingfeng grabbing the sword with his two hands! The fresh blood dyed his white clothes red and it was a horrible sight!
"Master...save...save me!"
Long Hanyan was scared witless and she widened her eyes, begging. She didn't beg for Gong Yimo to die, but more so she could escape!
Qiu Xingfeng's action made Gong Yimo's expression turn unwell. He had grabbed the sword with his hands and she watched as the fresh blood dripped drop by drop. Long Hanyan didn't feel bad at all, however, she...she had been with Qiu Xingfeng for 13 years!
She was disappointed with him for sure this time and she wasn't heartless after all.
"Sorry...I can't let you kill her..."
He looked up and glanced at Gong Yimo. His pure and innocent eyes made Gong Yimo recall the past. Back then, she recalled his bloody body which protected her during an explosion...
Her heart trembled suddenly and she almost loosened the grip on her sword.
After Qiu Xingfeng said this, he tightly pursed his lips, clearly won't be letting go. His serious face had overlapped like the one in Gong Yimo's past life.
Back then, she screamed and questioned him why he had to do that when he died in her arms.
Long Hanyan turned ashen-faced from the terror.
She had been well-protected. In the imperial palace, Empress Dowager protected her and there were no quarrels on the mountains. Therefore, she remained undisciplined!
But right now, death was extremely close to ehr! She was afraid and her heart was trembling. She wanted to run, but her body stiffened when encountering Gong Yimo's imposing manner. She could only watch as the sword slid across the palm of Qiu Xingfeng's hand and moved closer to her.
The sticky blood slid down like a stream as Gong Yimo exerted more strength. Long Hanyan who was literally on the other side of the sword could clearly see the rolling blood droplets, landing drop by drop on her clothes.
"Do you smell it?"
Gong Yimo became callous and slid the sword across once again. This time, she could clearly feel the sword blade cutting through Qiu Xingfeng's bones. The fingers were linked to the heart and Qiu Xingfeng finally couldn't help but groan. He tightly bit his lips, but still held onto the sword blade tightly, refusing to let go.
Doesn't it hurt? How come he was that stubborn?!
Even if he persisted, it was useless because the tip of the sword had already touched Long Hanyan's nose.
In that moment, the icy murderous aura seemed to follow the tip of the sword and pierced her body. Her body was pressed against the tree trunk and she was still half-kneeling. In that moment, her breath halted!
"Do you smell it?"
Gong Yimo said, "This is the smell of your master's blood."
You...you're not heartbroken at all?