usatvline Chapter 151 He wanted to kill her, but he died.
Chapter 151 He wanted to kill her, but he died.
Zhongli Yueluo ignored his temper and gently waved her hand, scattering the petals.
"Princess! You shouldn't have come. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me!" He was still sulking at that moment.
Zhongli Yueluo gave him a resentful look, then hoisted him onto her shoulders.
Although the peach blossom whirlwind was extremely powerful, she seemed to feel nothing at all.
Seeing that Zhongli Yueluo was quite attentive to Su Fengling, Shang Hong couldn't help but sneer.
"I didn't expect her to actually come to save you."
When Su Fengling saw him open his mouth to speak, he quickly reached out and covered Zhongli Yueluo's ears.
He channeled his magic power into his hands to protect her from the sound waves.
But Zhongli Yueluo saw two lines of bloody tears slowly flowing from Su Fengling's eyes.
Why is he covering her ears instead of his own?
Zhongli Yueluo quickly took out her blood flute to fight back.
The sound of the blood flute seemed to have a calming effect on Su Fengling, making his soul feel less uncomfortable.
Now he could see two invisible sound waves causing the peach blossoms to collide, and Shang Hong's voice suddenly became sharp.
He felt extremely resentful. Why did all the good things happen to Su Fengling and Su Fengling?
In the end, they could only be expelled from Taiyin City and fall into the Ghost Sorrow Abyss!
“Death? I want her dead first! Su Fengling, the young master Ling who is held in a high position by the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan.”
"You can't even protect a woman, you must be so helpless!" The voice echoed in Su Fengling's ears.
It felt like being cut by a knife, each cut piercing his soul, not just the physical pain.
He covered his head, but glanced at Zhongli Yueluo. Why didn't she react at all when she heard the voice?
Shang Hong was also puzzled. What was going on? How come his voice couldn't attack her soul?
"Who are you? How could you escape my voice!"
His voice began to tremble slightly. Could she be someone with extremely profound cultivation?
But she looks like she's only just come of age, how could she possibly have such profound magical power?
No! What could be the reason?
Zhongli Yuelu could roughly guess that she was someone who had lived a second life, so her soul might still belong to the previous dimension.
I thought it would take quite a bit of effort, but it turned out to be useless to her.
Su Fengling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was alright.
"Sister, he can't defend and attack at the same time. Can I drink a drop of your blood?"
He managed to stand up, his eyes gleaming.
Zhongli Yueluo turned her head and met his lips; a few peach blossoms obscured her eyes.
Then I felt a stinging pain in my lower lip; Su Fengling had bitten it hard and broken the skin.
He sucked on it with lingering affection, the peach petals were blown open, and she saw the obsession in his eyes.
He gently put his arm around her waist and spun her around.
After releasing him: "Delicious, now it's his turn to die!"
Su Fengling's eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and a smile, stained with bright red blood, curled at the corner of his mouth.
Zhongli Yueluo wiped the blood from her lips. This guy!
Before her flute playing stopped, Su Fengling's speed was so fast that only his afterimage could be seen.
Shang Hong was startled; he indeed could not achieve a combination of offense and defense.
Su Fengling arrived in front of him with uncanny movement, and the sound wave barrier was cracked by the binding sword.
"It's a pity I won't die. My sister still misses me very much."
"Sister, Ling Shaojun is really shameless! You're hundreds of years older than him!"
Shang Hong plucked the strings, his brows furrowed!
"So what? You're the one who'll die!"
His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he increased the force in his hands, causing several cracks to appear on the barrier.
Zhongli Yuelu lightly touched the ground with her toes and hopped on the peach tree. She looked so beautiful amidst the dancing blossoms.
She approached Su Fengling, casually pulled a plum blossom dart from his waist, and shot it towards his neck through the crack.
But he raised his hand and knocked it away, seemingly more than capable of dealing with the two of them.
The fingers plucked the strings rapidly. Although the sound waves had no effect on Zhongli Yueluo, they had a great effect on Su Fengling.
The attacks he just unleashed were only sustained by Zhongli Yueluo's blood.
He was almost thrown away, but Zhongli Yueluo caught him just in time.
He threw several plum blossom darts, and the sash was also heading towards his face.
As Zhongli Yueluo's flute music stopped, she drew the dagger from her waist and stepped forward as well.
Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from the barrier, and Zhongli Yueluo's dagger stabbed towards his neck.
Shang Hong had no time to dodge; he only smelled a strong fragrance of mountain peaches before the dagger pierced his neck.
Several plum blossom darts struck him solidly, and Su Fengling collapsed from exhaustion at that moment.
Blood gurgled from Shang Hong's mouth.
Zhongli Yueluo sighed, still unable to find out the location of the Demon Petal.
But right now he should be unable to speak and is about to die.
But she still wanted to ask: "Where are the Demon Petals?"
He chuckled strangely as blood gushed from his mouth, and blood also flowed from his wounds, yet he remained motionless.
Zhongli Yueluo pulled out the dagger, and he slowly collapsed, his blood gradually staining the pink mountain peaches red.
He stared with empty eyes, seemingly unwilling, but his life had already ended.
Zhongli Yueluo showed no pity whatsoever, and even wiped the dagger on his body twice.
The snow-white robe was stained with patches of bright red.
He coldly tucked the dagger back into his waistband, then turned to see Su Fengling already lying there.
Her eyes immediately softened with pity, and she went over to lift his head.
"Feng Ling! Are you alright? Wake up!"
She gently shook his shoulder, and her hand touched a wet patch on the back of his head.
When I looked up, I saw that my hand was covered in blood.
This blood is flowing from his ears and eyes, indicating that the sound has seriously damaged him.
She was anxious, as she was too weak to carry Su Fengling on her back.
I could only pull him towards the pavilion, where at least there was some shelter.
Shang Hong's body was thrown out by Zhongli Yueluo, and he rolled around in the mud. She only had eyes for Su Fengling.
She gently patted his face again, but there was no reaction; not even his eyelashes trembled.
She couldn't possibly be faking it, could she? She slowly moved her face closer to him; his face was pale, and he was covered in blood.
She took out a handkerchief and cleaned his face, which was pale and bloodless, tracing the furrowed brows and murmurs beneath.
"I'm sorry, little brother, that's not what I meant."
I don't know if he can hear her explanation.
They simply changed his position, making him more comfortable lying on their laps.
A gust of wind blew, causing the curtains to flutter, but Su Fengling showed no signs of waking up.
She brushed aside the blood-stained hair on his forehead, revealing a patch of blood amidst the silvery-white surface.
"Little brother?" She gently shook his shoulder.
There was no reaction, but the breathing was still balanced. Could it be that there was internal damage?
She wasn't good at treating patients, but her blood had miraculous effects.
She reached for a dagger at her waist again, but Su Fengling stopped her with his hand.
He didn't open his eyes, but his other hand was around her neck.