"Feng—Ling—Xue!"
Accompanied by an earth-shattering scream.
The Third Prince of Great Chu knelt on the ground, his eyes blood-red, filled with resentment, anger, and grievance!
"You... you said I'm a good person!"
"Why must a good person be stabbed repeatedly with swords!"
"I, Lin Mo, refuse to accept it!"
"What have I done to make you hate me so much, even... want to put me to death?"
The Son of Destiny, looked up to the sky and roared, blood and tears streaming down his face as he dragged his dying body, continually retreating...
"I don't hate you."
Feng Lingxue walked over coldly and forcibly pulled out the Demon Sword from the young man's chest again!
Swoosh!
A massive amount of blood spurted out, dyeing the surrounding grassland crimson.
"I don't even dislike you."
"To me, you are like the flowers, grass, and insects around, not worth my attention at all."
"The reason I'm killing you this time is because..."
"He wants to kill you."
"He?"
