1799: Face-slapping, Act Three (4)

Face-slapping, Act Three (4)

Looking down at her hand, she saw the red, sticky liquid, and the smell slowly made her return to her senses.2

"You…" Zuo Qingyu stared at Feng Wu. "How dare you hit me?!"

No one had struck Zuo Qingyu like this before, and she still hadn't recovered from the shock.

However —

Feng Wu ignored her completely.

Qiuling was her top priority now.

The teenage girl had taken very good care of her since she was little.

"Miss —" A smile appeared on Qiuling's pale face. "Miss… I'm so happy I can see you before I die…"

Feng Wu rolled her eyes at Qiuling. "Don't be silly. You're not going to die. I'll never let that happen. Weren't you such a tough girl a moment ago, refusing to say a single bad word about me?"

Qiuling was very calm at first, but she became so aggrieved when Feng Wu showed up that she burst into tears.

"Miss… Miss… I was so scared…"

Feng Wu patted her head. "There, there. We can talk about this later. Just watch while I get revenge for you!"

She then put Qiuling down and slowly rose to her feet.

When she stood up, her mild demeanor disappeared, and she had a murderous, angry look in her eyes.

Turning around, Feng Wu stared at Zuo Qingyu with her cold eyes.

Meanwhile, Zuo Qingyu…

She stared at her left hand while pressing her other hand to her wound.

The wound on the back of her head was too big. No matter how hard she pressed, blood still poured out.

When she wasn't looking, Jun Wuxia had moved behind her.

From where she was standing, she could see Zuo Qingyu's back.

And she saw that the back of Zuo Qingyu's clothes was soaked with blood.

Red blood kept dripping down, tainting her clothes as well as the ground around her.

Soon, a pool of blood accumulated at her feet, and it was spreading.

No one could have that much blood to spare.

Staring at Zuo Qingyu's open wound, Jun Wuxia somehow felt uneasy…

She had a very bad feeling…

Before she knew it, she took a step back, and another one…

As Jun Wuxia stepped back, Feng Wu stepped forward until she was in front of Zuo Qingyu.

"Feng Wu, you hit me! How dare you hit me?!" Zuo Qingyu was so infuriated that she glowered at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu smiled a little and said, "Yes, I hit you. So what?"

"You —"

Before Zuo Qingyu could say another word, Feng Wu raised her arm, and there was something ferocious about the energy that came out of her hand.

Thump!

She slapped Zuo Qingyu in the face.

"Ahhh —"

The force sent Zuo Qingyu flying.

There was a thump.

She smashed into a column and bounced back.

Her wound was torn open, and more blood poured out.

"Yes, I hit you, and I'm going to kill you now!" Feng Wu looked like a goddess of death.

The intimidating power fell on Zuo Qingyu.

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