I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 194 If this is what the princess wishes

Zhongli Yueluo's expression remained unchanged, and her eyes were vacant. She took out the dagger and approached Su Fengjun.

He looked at her, his pupils trembling slightly, his lips pressed together, his face covered in blood.

For a fleeting moment, Zhongli Yueluo's eyes cleared.

There seemed to be a hint of emotion, but then the darkness took over.

"Yueluo, what are you still hesitating for? Why aren't you making a move?" Gongshu Liang was getting impatient.

He wanted to see their drama unfold; he loved watching them fall into a living hell after their hearts were throbbing.

"Su Fengjun, Su Fengjun, so what if you are the young lords?"

"All of this is still within my grasp."

Gongshu Liang walked along, shaking his head as he did so, looking quite pleased with himself.

Su Fengjun braced himself on the ground, trying to stand up, but Zhongli Yueluo's hand landed on his shoulder.

He looked up, gazing bitterly into Zhongli Yueluo's eyes, his emotions churning within him.

Zhongli Yueluo looked down from her high vantage point, her eyes flashing with a cold light.

He was kicked in the chest, and he groaned as blood spilled from his mouth.

The sight of that red mark caught Zhongli Yueluo's eye, and she slowly squatted down, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

He rubbed his lips with his thumb, then pinched his chin and slowly lifted his head.

"Su Fengjun, who do you think you are? You dare to covet this princess! Hmm?"

Su Fengjun gave a bitter laugh. Now that he knew his brother had died at the hands of the woman in front of him, he didn't even have the courage to kill her!

Being this close, even if it comes to a fight to the death, he can still deliver a fatal blow!

His eyes were filled with hatred and pain. It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"That spineless man is actually crying. Is he scared?"

Zhongli Yueluo turned his face away in disgust, and gently patted his cheek with the dagger in her hand.

"Yueluo, stop playing around, it's time for us to go."

"Brother Liang, I've been so disgusted by him these past few days. You must make it up to me when we get back."

Her voice was sweet and soft, just like that of an innocent little girl.

Then she raised her dagger high and slowly approached Su Fengjun.

Why don't you hide? Aren't you afraid? Oh, though it wouldn't make a difference if you did hide.

As she spoke, she smiled, revealing two deep dimples, her eyes narrowing into crescent shapes.

Su Fengjun's lips curled into a beautiful smile, but they were completely bloodless and deathly pale.

"You bitch, what are you laughing at? I won't allow you to laugh! Cry!"

Zhongli Yueluo felt guilty because of his smile.

Su Fengjun, however, stared straight at her with an air of fearlessness.

Looking into her eyes, it's as if she's trying to travel through time to find someone else.

This was such a vicious dream from beginning to end; the physical pain felt so real, and the heartache felt so real too.

He tilted his head, and the sword he was holding fell to the ground with a clang.

Zhongli Yueluo's hands trembled, and she couldn't bring herself to use the dagger.

"Yueluo! I'm telling you to do it. If you don't, I'm going to start hating you."

"Brother Liang," she murmured, but two streams of hot tears inexplicably flowed from her eyes.

Su Fengjun raised her hand and grasped the hand holding the dagger that Zhongli Yueluo was using. The dagger was pointed at her, and she instinctively shrank back.

His strength was so great that the warm, sticky blood on his hands stained her hands and was everywhere.

She was terrified of the touch, she hated the feeling, and she yelled, "Let go of me, Princess!"

“Princess, if this is what you wish for, then please do it.”

Su Fengjun smiled slightly, his phoenix eyes narrowed.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, the dagger disappearing into his eye socket.

Blood and tears flowed out at the same time, and Zhongli Yueluo screamed "Ahhh!"

Su Fengjun released his grip, his bloodied fingers tracing across Zhongli Yueluo's face, wiping away her tears.

"Princess, don't cry."

Zhongli Yueluo released her grip, leaving the dagger stuck in his eye socket; she could no longer proceed.

She feels a sharp pain in her heart and a headache, as if she is struggling with something inside.

Su Fengjun was already numb with pain, thinking that if all of this was a dream, then it was time to wake up.

Seeing that Zhongli Yueluo couldn't bring herself to do it, Gongshu Liang turned around, took the dagger, and gouged out her eye socket.

Su Fengjun also held back from crying out, but stared fiercely at Gongshu Liang!

Gongshu Liang was incredibly fast; the dagger pierced his other eye: "Now let's see how you glare at me!"

Su Fengjun's hands hung down, his eyes were bloodshot, but he seemed to still be staring at something.

Gongshu Liang had achieved his goal. He approached Zhongli Yueluo and blew a breath at her.

As she gradually regained consciousness, she stared in disbelief at the bloody scene before her.

Why had Su Fengjun become like this? She felt a tightness in her chest.

Gongshu Liang said in a flippant tone, "Yueluo, let's go. The Ghost Clan is in chaos. Next, we should go to the Zheng Clan."

Zhongli Yueluo's limbs went weak, and she crawled towards Su Fengjun on all fours, her hands trembling as she dared not touch him.

"Princess..." Su Fengjun was extremely weak at this moment, and slowly uttered two words.

“Su Fengjun… Su Fengjun, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me…” Her hands trembled as she brushed aside a few blood-stained strands of his hair.

"I've already said, if this is what the princess desires, then Lord Feng is willing." He groped around...

Ultimately, the hand ended up in Zhongli Yueluo's hands.

She didn't pull away, but she felt Su Fengjun's hand gradually getting cold.

Gongshu Liang clicked his tongue impatiently and stared at the two of them: "Yueluo, aren't you leaving?"

For the first time, Zhongli Yueluo wavered. She frowned and hated him!

"Zhongli Yueluo, don't forget, in this world, apart from me and your sister, no one will like you!"

"Brother Liang, please, please don't let him die!"

Gongshu Liang was not a soft-hearted person, and he looked down on the two of them.

The bloodstained dagger was thrown in front of Zhongli Yueluo again.

"Kill him and come back with me. You are destined to be the supreme Demon Queen, do you really want a blind prince consort?"

"No!"

Gongshu Liang smiled disdainfully. He knew she couldn't resist him, so he walked over, squatted down, and took her hand.

He picked up the dagger from the ground, pointed it directly at Su Fengjun's heart, and took her hand, gradually drawing closer.

Although Zhongli Yueluo tried to struggle, Gongshu Liang's strength was so great that she couldn't open her eyes at all.

"Su Fengjun!"

Su Fengjun was now resigned to his fate, thinking that perhaps if he died, he would wake up from his dream.

"Feng Jun! Feng Jun!" It seemed as if Zhongli Yueluo was calling him. Why was she calling him?

It felt as if a pair of warm hands were touching my face; the feeling was somewhat familiar.

"Wind Lord! Wake up! Wind Lord!"

"Brother! Su Fengjun!" It seemed like someone was shaking again.

Zhongli Yueluo frowned; it seemed her bandaged hands were beyond saving.

With a forceful movement, the wound reopened, and blood flowed down his lips. He paused briefly.