Chapter 72: Giving Myself Completely to Him

guest of honorThis annoying woman!She actually dared to seduce Feng Si in front of him!As for Chu Weiyun, from the moment she entered the venue and started dancing, he didn't even glance at her!But a...Chu Qingge mustered her last ounce of strength and ran towards the mountain.

Behind him, countless pursuers.

She knew that the more pursuers there were here, the greater the chance of survival for Feng Si and Lan Yu over there.

She ran frantically, as if possessed.

The slender and fragile figure, unexpectedly, ran up the mountainside from the dense forest, surprising everyone.

Finally, they ran to the top of the mountain.

Until there was nowhere left to escape.

Before me stands a sheer cliff, and behind me, hundreds of pursuers.

I have to be forced to die again!

She closed her eyes.

I thought that having died once, I should be fearless, but it turns out, I'm still afraid of death.

But, dying this way is better than being captured by the Northern Qin army and enduring untold humiliation before death.

On the edge of a cliff, the wind howled madly.

Jump down, is there any possibility of returning to the 21st century

Why don't you give it a try

Gritting his teeth, the tiny figure leaped down towards the bottom of the cliff.

In this short life, experiences and people encountered flash through my mind.

Lan Yu, who is devoted to herself, is willful and capricious, but Qiao'er is still quite loyal to her.

And those who looked down on her at first, gradually came to accept her as their people.

In the end, it was that bastard!

He ruined her reputation and has been targeting her everywhere.

In the next life, I hope we don't meet again...

Suddenly, the roaring wind in my ears ceased abruptly.

Then, Chu Qingge discovered that her body was actually rising upwards

His eyes widened in disbelief. The handsome face that had just flashed through his mind was now crystal clear before him.

This jerk...

But she had no strength left. The last ounce of her energy allowed her to reach out and grasp his neck...

Under the moonlight, on the edge of a cliff, two figures slowly descend.

One of them was a princess from the State of Chu who had been driven to suicide by jumping off a cliff, and the other...

His eyes were like ice, sending a chill down the spines of the over a hundred people before him.

Nearly two hundred soldiers from Bei Qin, were forced to take a step back by just one look from him!

"It's... It's Feng Li Ye! It's the war god of Chu, Prince Li Shi!"

Someone cried out in surprise, the rest of them trembled with fear and wanted to retreat!

According to legend, the undefeated War God of Chu State, Feng Li Ye!

He is here!

He was all alone!

Yes, he's the only one! His Dragon Riders didn't come with him!

"Brothers, kill him, and we will be the heroes of Beiqin!"

"Yes, kill him! We'll make a great contribution! Brothers, charge!"

Those Beijin soldiers who had been frightened back, each gripped their weapons tightly and finally made up their minds, surging forward together.

Chu Qingge's body trembled slightly.

She now has no strength at all.

"Hold tight." The man's deep, magnetic voice echoed above her head.

A single sentence brought a sense of unexpected calm to Chu Qingge's heart, despite the lingering unease from before.

This man, as soon as he stood there, radiated an aura of righteous grandeur.

It really gives me a sense of security.

She, who had never been willing to entrust her life and death to anyone, at this moment, inexplicably felt a willingness to believe in him.

As the soldiers of Bei Qin swarmed in, she reached out and embraced his sturdy, powerful waist.

The filthy little face was buried in his chest...

An arm fell around her waist, pulling her close.

Feng Li Ye held a woman in his arms with one hand, while the other hand, gripping the Zhanyue sword, swung it down suddenly.

With a deafening boom, the world before me turned crimson!

A Zan Yue Dao weighing over a hundred kilograms, with one slash, instantly killed dozens of people!

All that remained in the world was the smell of blood, spreading endlessly...

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