While Lu Yun was distracted by the situation above, Qing Huan was seriously injured and blood was spilled on the spot. At the same time, Mrs. Chunfeng appeared next to her and took her out.
"Ma'am, I'm fine."
Qing Huan shook his head and tried his best to stand up and wanted to fight again.
There was a fearless heart on his pale face.
"Rest first." Mrs. Chunfeng, who was supporting Qing Huan, spoke gently, with a look of distress for her maid on her face.
Faced with that ray of heartache, Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. That smile was shallow, like a delicate flower in the world.
She said: "Madam, I have always been happy to serve you."
"If Qing Huan can die for his wife, Qing Huan will die without regrets!"
The blood dyed Qing Huan's light-colored clothes red, and her fair face was dazzlingly red. She vomited blood and her eyes dimmed.
This declaration of loyalty moved Madam Chunfeng, and it was in this moment of trance that, half relying on Madam Chunfeng's joy, a dagger dropped from her sleeve and stabbed into Madam's heart.
Qing Huan could clearly hear the sound of the dagger penetrating into her flesh, her face burst into joy, and she tried hard with her arms to make the dagger go further.
But there was a hand, fair and slender, that gently pressed on her arm, making it impossible for her to move her hand.
"Qing Huan, you let me down."
The tone was as gentle as ever, and the sigh mixed with it was heart-piercing.
Qing Huan's eyes widened, and what he saw was Madam's unruffled look.
"you know!"
She said hoarsely.
"Of course I know."
Madam's heart was bleeding. Qing Huan's move caused many people to exclaim. Shu Liu wanted to withdraw, but was entangled by those people.
The first person to appear next to Madam was Hall Master Feng. He held Madam's arm and sent a palm towards Qing Huan.
"You cheap maid, you are looking for death!"
This palm was separated by Mrs. Chunfeng. She lowered her eyes and looked at Qing Huan, whose face was ashen, showing no emotion.
"Qing Huan, our relationship as master and servant ends here."
She said, using her arms hard, she slammed Qing Huan towards the Feng Hall Master beside her.
Hall Master Feng couldn't avoid it. After hugging the other party's soft body, what he saw was the tulle coming out of Mrs. Chunfeng's sleeves.
The beauty of Madam's life, even the way she kills, is aesthetic.
Those gauze are as thin as cicada wings, and it is difficult for ordinary weapons to break this gauze. It is a top-grade spiritual weapon, and it is also the weapon used by Madam.
Mrs. Chunfeng's attack on Hall Master Feng made the scene even more difficult to understand.
Hall Master Feng hugged Qing Huan with obvious hurt on his face: "Chunfeng, why are you doing this? You clearly know that I treat you..."
Half of the words are the most fascinating.
Among the clouds and water, no one knows that the Master of the Feng Hall has a deep love for Mrs. Chunfeng, and he looks up to her everywhere.
This sudden draw of swords made many people confused, and most of them felt sorry for the Feng Hall Master.
"Since you have promised to be the wife of Hall Master Qinghuan, why do you need to say these hypocritical words to me."
"Feng ignores it. I, Yu Chunfeng, think that I have never given you a chance, so why do you pretend to be so affectionate and unrepentant to deceive the world."
"Isn't it because you and the love letter student joined forces to kill me, Yu Chunfeng?"
"If I hadn't taken action first, do you dare to say that you wouldn't have done it?"
The two stood far away. Following Mrs. Chunfeng's words, the love letter student who had not participated until now appeared next to Hall Master Feng.
His expression was sarcastic, as if he had watched a wonderful show.
"Feng Wangwang, I told you when I got up early that this woman seems to be sentimental but is actually ruthless. There is only one person she can care about."
"No matter how much you do, it's all useless."
The love letter student's words seemed to be helping Feng Wuwu, but he was not admitting the things Feng Wuwu had done from the side.
"Haha, you two are really working together."
Qu Miao ducked beside Mrs. Chunfeng, the long whip hanging down by her side, and some pieces of meat were still hooked on the ferocious whip.
"You two."
Squinting at the two women in front of him, the love scholar kept opening and closing his fan: "When did you cooperate?"
"Cooperation? Why should I cooperate with her, Yu Chunfeng?"
"But she and I have one thing in common. I also despise you two men. In that case, why not help her?"
Qu Miao's strong penetration turned the four forces into two against two, and the fight below was inextricable. Mrs. Chunfeng's tone was extremely charming.
"As people from Shuiyunjian, do you think you are guilty of colluding with the demonic cultivators of the Tangsi Sect?"
Mrs. Chunfeng's words were like a master judging a servant.
After hearing this, the love scholar laughed from ear to ear. He held his stomach and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, speaking in an arrogant tone.
"Yu Chunfeng, you don't really think that you are Shui Yunjian's master, do you?"
"If you didn't have that lover of yours to support you, do you think we would really take you as the leader?"
"As for colluding with demon cultivators?"
"Haha, how do I know that it's not you, Yu Chunfeng, who colluded with the demon cultivators and wanted to monopolize the benefits, but you're going to kill them all?"
This question was heartbreaking, but Mrs. Chunfeng curled her lips and showed no anger.
She said quietly: "If you are jealous that I have a good lover, you might as well find one yourself."
"I'm just afraid that no one will like you."
"Are you right, Yun'er?"
Lu Yun, who was having a hard time playing below, was called out. She raised her eyelids and said, "Madam, I don't like him."
The truth spoken by a junior is a humiliation for a lover.
He held the fan and looked at Lu Yun with a sinister expression.
"Yellow-haired kid, you're looking for death!"
The silver needle came out of his hand, as thin as a cow's hair, passed through the obstacle accurately, and stabbed Lu Yun.
This shameless move made Mrs. Chunfeng look ugly.
The gauze went away, along with a whip.
But some things are always beyond our reach. Seeing that Lu Yun was about to be attacked, Lu Yun, who was forced to retreat, moved her left hand and threw a dagger.
The back needle collided with the silver needle. The silver needle was coming fiercely. Lu Yun could not stop it, but she could still change the trajectory of the silver needle.
After the silver needle was deflected, Lu Yun closed the back needle.
Only the few people above could see the fleeting black light.
Especially Mrs. Chunfeng, she knew a thing or two about Lu Yun's affairs, her red lips were lightly raised, and her murderous intent was fierce.
"Love scholar, do you know it's a crime to attack my lover's disciple?"
The gauze was like a waterfall, surrounding the love scholar. He opened his folding fan and drew towards the gauze.
The gauze was torn, but the gauze was still there. The dream-like scene made the love letter student's eyes blood red.
"What a spring breeze."
This is quite gritty. This is Mrs. Chunfeng's special skill. The light gauze is graceful, like a red candle gauze curtain, inviting people to have a spring breeze.
But under this veil, there is murderous intent everywhere.
After trapping the love scholar, Mrs. Chunfeng looked at Shuliu: "Shuliu, let's finish this."
"yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, many people from the crowd in the distance jumped out to join the battle. The situation that was evenly matched just now turned into a crushing force in a moment.
Below, Lu Yun's pressure suddenly decreased.
She moved her stiff body, and with the last remaining strength, she used the move smoothly.
(End of chapter)
