The female warrior burst into tears in an instant, "Master Chu, your hands are cold..."

Her hands held Chu Yue's hands tightly, trying to convey all the strength and warmth in her body.

A few words made it difficult for Chu Yue to collapse.

“Not cold.”

Chu Yue suppressed her emotions and took out many pieces of her own clean clothes from the storage bag and distributed them to more than a dozen female warriors.

Several female warriors were unable to take care of themselves, so Zhao Wushuang and Xiao Li went over to help change into new clothes.

In this small pigpen, I was trying to get rid of the three thousand worries.

Chu Yue took the comb and combed the warrior's silk-like ink hair over and over again.

Zhao Wushuang looked back while combing his hair.

I just feel that Chu Yue’s eyebrows and eyes are particularly gentle at this moment...

It is hard to imagine that she, who is as gentle as the spring breeze, would be an invincible warrior holding a three-foot divine sword in her hand and standing in an invincible position on the battlefield!

...

But Nan Mengjiao helped her maid back to the deepest part of Xuanhan Camp.

The holes pierced by the sword on the maid's body gushed out wildly.

"Princess, I am afraid I can't accompany you..."

The maid was dying.

"Come on, call the doctor."

Nan Mengjiao held the maid's hand.

"It won't be a problem. Wait a little longer, the doctor will come soon. You must live well."

Nan Mengjiao's eyes were terrifyingly red, and she said in a hoarse voice: "You must live and see this princess avenge you. I mainly killed Ye Chuyue and killed her."

"Where are doctors? Where are people? Are they dead?"

When Nan Mengjiao saw that the doctor was not coming, she shouted angrily.

Still no one responded.

But after a while, Xuanhan's warriors entered the stone house in the camp.

"Report to the princess, the doctor can't come now."

The speaker kneels on one knee and holds his fists with both hands.

This person is named Zhang Fenghuo, and he is the second-in-command of Xuanhan Camp now, which is equivalent to being second only to Nan Mengjiao.

"Can't come? Why can't you come?"

Nan Mengjiao stared at me: "What else can you do? Get out and don't bring the doctor here, just come to see me. Why are there such a waste like you around me?"

Zhang Fenghuo lowered his eyes and covered the strange and gloomy color deep in his eyes.

The feast of Bodhi City, Nan Mengjiao's gun dance and flowers withered, is like the most beautiful paintings in the world, making them unforgettable for all their lives.

Princess Nanmeng, who is tall and above, also falls into the mortal world.

Compared to Ling Tian’s ordinary female warrior, Princess Nanmeng, who is like the goddess of the bright moon, makes people's blood gush and their heartbeats continue.

Nan Mengjiao didn't notice something wrong with Zhang Fenghuo, and she was still feeling sorry for her maid, "This princess will never let you die, never!"

There was a "click".

A long sword penetrated the maid's heart.

Nan Mengjiao widened her eyes in shock, turned her head mechanically, and looked at the man who was drawing the sword in disbelief: "Zhang Fenghuo, what are you doing? You are so brave!"

Zhang Fenghuo said: "This kind of lowly slave made the princess sad, and she deserves to die."

"you--"

Nan Mengjiao took out her spear and stabbed Zhang Fenghuo in the throat, trying to take the life of this person.

However, Nan Mengjiao's dantian and martial root have been abolished.

Now she is a useless person.

This shot that was given with all his might was easily grabbed by Zhang Fenghuo with his hands.

"The princess did this to make me feel heartbroken."

Zhang Fenghuo raised his head and showed his eyes full of ambition. He swept up and down Nan Mengjiao like he was looking at his prey.

That look made Nan Mengjiao feel chills and her heart is in a state of nausea.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Nan Mengjiao gritted her teeth.

"Your Highness the Princess doesn't know..."

Zhang Fenghuo took away Nan Mengjiao's silver spear and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Nan Mengjiao's jaw. "It's been a while since I was coveting the princess."

In the past, Zhang Fenghuo certainly didn't dare to think about it.

The strength of the Great Martial Saint can control him at any time.

But now, Nan Mengjiao is a useless man, and the royal family of Xuanhan Continent is high and the emperor is far away. Who can know what happened in Xuanhan's camp in the depths of the Hundred Ghosts Forest?

Besides, these days, they have never curbed their original nature, and were even completely inspired by Nan Mengjiao.

"Rareless! This princess is Xuan Han..."

Nan Mengjiao slapped Zhang Fenghuo.

Zhang Fenghuo cruelly cut off Nan Mengjiao's palm, "Of course I know that Your Highness is Xuanhan's princess, Your Highness, and many warriors have died in the Hundred Ghost Forest. This trip is difficult and dangerous. Shouldn't Your Highness be the princess.

Do you give your subordinates compassion?”

After saying that, Zhang Fenghuo threw him to the ground and then approached step by step.

Nan Mengjiao moved forward desperately on the ground, but was soon strangled by Zhang Fenghuo.

"No……"

Nan Mengjiao is in a slight slightest.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams resounded here.

Xuanhan's bloody warriors all appeared in the stone house.

Nan Mengjiao is like being in hell.

The cool breeze stirred goosebumps all over her body, and only fear was left in her eyes.

The nightmare at this moment is like the unforgettable pain when I was seven years old.

From her birth, she was tested for her noble martial arts talent.

Since childhood, I was instilled with the idea of ​​revenge and the destruction of Lingtian Continent.

At that time, she was still ignorant.

She asked back: "Sister, don't we kill Ling Tian's warrior too?"

Under war, there is constant fighting, and no one will be the winner.

"Bang!"

My sister slapped her face and almost broke her bones.

"You say this to you to be worthy of all the dead brothers?"

"Nan Mengjiao, you were born in the royal family and shoulder heavy responsibilities. Your martial arts talent is contained in the dead warriors of the Xuanhan tribe. If you grow up, you must not forget this hatred!"

Since then, she has been imprisoned for half a year.

She was locked in a prison under the lake.

There is no light, no food, no fireworks.

Before she was locked up, my sister only gave her a fasting pill that could last for half a year.

Half a year later, when she was released, my sister pinched her neck and asked her if she knew where she was wrong.

She said: "Sister, Emperor Ye Tian also lost his wife, daughter and an arm in the war. Is their hatred really different from our hatred?"

Half a year of claustrophobia, no repentance.

She will never forget her sister's disappointed eyes that day.

I can't forget how my sister left indifferently, leaving the killer maid around me torture her.

When tortured her, there was someone in his ears telling his deep hatred with Ling Tian.

That day, she knew that her soul had been twisted.

Since then, she has been born for hatred.

She is an extreme madman.

She doubled the torture she had suffered on Xuanhan female warriors and Ling Tian female warriors.

Nan Mengjiao closed her eyes and tears flowed out of her eyes.

If possible.

She wished she had never appeared in this world where hatred was rising.


Chapter completed!