1800: Face-slapping, Act Three (5)

Face-slapping, Act Three (5)

Zuo Qingyu's sight went dark, her knees buckled, and the pain from her wound was almost numbing. 0

"Feng Wu, you —"

She began to panic.

And she had a very bad feeling.

She could feel her life leaving her body like sand sifting away between her fingers.

"No, no… I want to live! I don't want to die!"

Feng Wu crouched down in front of her with a murderous look in her eyes.

She then raised her hand.

For the first time in her life, Zuo Qingyu looked scared.

"No, no… You can't kill me… Feng Wu, you can't do that!" There was fear in Zuo Qingyu's eyes, and she desperately wanted to live.

She could sense it clearly that Feng Wu genuinely wanted to kill her this time!

Feng Wu grinned.

She grabbed Zuo Qingyu by the neck with her fair, slender right hand.

She stepped forward and stared at Jun Wuxia, but the question was for Zuo Qingyu.

"Would you have spared Qiuling's life if I hadn't arrived in time?"

Zuo Qingyu's voice quivered. "She's just a maid, but I'm Zuo Qingyu! My life is a thousand times more valuable than hers!"

Despite the glint in Feng Wu's eyes, her voice was softer than a feather, but it still gave one the creeps.

"But in my eyes, 100,000 of you put together aren't worth a hair on Qiuling's head."

"You've lost your mind!" Zuo Qingyu yelled angrily.

But the next second, she couldn't make a sound.

She could never make any sound again.

Crack!

Feng Wu snapped her thin neck.

"Argh!!!"

A shriek shattered the silence in the hall.

It came from none other than Jun Wuxia.

Her eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

She stared at Feng Wu in fear.

"No, that's impossible. It can't be. It just can't be…" Jun Wuxia kept stumbling back.

How was this possible?

That was Zuo Qingyu, the daughter of the Zuo family. Feng Wu had broken her neck just like that!

Meanwhile, Feng Wu shifted her gaze to Jun Wuxia.

"Miss —"

Qiuling's voice was filled with distress.

The joints of her feet had been dislocated, and she couldn't walk. Therefore, she crawled toward Feng Wu and wrapped her hands around her legs.

"Miss, Miss, calm down! That's Princess Jun Wuxia!"

Qiuling burst into tears. "I don't deserve this! Miss, I don't deserve your favor!"

In fact, although Feng Wu was infuriated, she didn't let rage blind her.

She had killed Zuo Qingyu because she deserved it.

She had put up with Zuo Qingyu twice already, but she wasn't going to put up with her this time.

Moreover, it was only a matter of time before a war broke out between her and the Zuo family. Killing Zuo Qingyu wouldn't make much of a difference.

"Qiuling, I'm perfectly alright." Feng Wu patted Qiuling's head and fixed her dislocated knees.

Crack!

There was a crisp sound.

Without any difficulty, Feng Wu fixed Qiuling's legs.

Tears filled Qiuling's eyes, but she didn't make a sound.

This girl…

Qiuling was neither the most talented nor the smartest, but her loyalty was real.

A loyal servant was harder to find than a smart one.

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