Princess Against the World

Without the pressure of the Soul Blade, the middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief and slapped Yan Hong on the back.

"Wow"

She opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of water, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes in embarrassment.

In front of her, Ling Luoyu was suppressed by the old man's gray-black aura.

"Bitch!"

Yan Hong gritted her teeth, and there was a shining green dagger in her backhand.

"If you dare to attack me, I will kill you!"

She suddenly flew up and stabbed Ling Luoyu's chest with the dagger.

The dagger was quenched with poison. Even if it couldn't kill her, it could still kill her if it hurt her!

High in the sky, Dingmiao saw the green light with sharp eyes and exclaimed: "Be careful..."

Yan Hong sneered: "Be careful..."

Be careful, it’s useless! !

She was so close and was caught off guard again.

Ling Luoyu wants to avoid it?

Dream on! ! !

Dingmiao's warning sound was still lingering in his ears, and Yan Hong's dagger had already penetrated Ling Luoyu's face.

In her ink-stained eyes, Yan Hong saw her own reflection and the green dagger tip.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger pierced Ling Luoyu's chest.

"No……"

Feng Chenglin never imagined that Ling Luoyu would not even try to avoid him.

"Third Young Master..."

what happened?

Why was she like that, watching the dagger pierce her body?

With her cultivation level, shouldn't she just sit there and wait for death? !

The years in his mind popped up in such a mess that he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just when he was lost and dumbfounded, Ling Luoyu's figure seemed to disappear and suddenly faded.

Before she could blink, a figure suddenly appeared where she was.

"puff"

The dagger plunged into the figure's chest.

Almost instantly, everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief, and they all stood there as if they were seeing ghosts——

"What's going on?" Dingmiao looked lost and almost fell off the flying beast.

Feng Chenglin also widened his eyes in confusion: "This... this is... Third Young Master??"

The place where Ling Luoyu was was strangely replaced by a middle-aged man.

The rouge dagger was stuck on his chest.

"Senior brother..."

Yan Hong held the dagger in her hand and looked at the face opposite her in disbelief.

"You...what are you doing?"

what happened?

When she plunged it in, it was clearly Ling Luoyu's figure, but why is it now her senior brother?

Not only was she in disbelief, but the middle-aged man who was stabbed in the heart also didn't understand.

He was obviously sitting there, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into an innocent soul who died at the hands of Yan Hong?

He held Yan Hong's wrist with one hand and raised his head to look at the old man with difficulty.

"Master..."

The old man seemed to wake up at this moment. He suddenly lost his breath, held the middle-aged man's back with one hand, and pulled out the dagger with the other.

"Senior brother..."

The pungent smell of fishy smell on the dagger went straight to his head, reminding Yan Hong.

She quickly took out a small bottle from her waist, poured out two pills, and stuffed them into the middle-aged man's mouth.

But before he could swallow it, his face quickly turned purple.

The poison has entered the blood and is difficult to remove.

Not to mention, the place where she penetrated was her heart.

With the flow of blood, it can spread all over the body in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man twitched a few times in the old man's arms, reluctantly grabbed Yan Hong's hand, and stared at her with his eyes.

"Junior sister...you..."

Yan Hong shook her head in horror and broke away from him at a loss: "Brother, I..."