Chapter 1830 The Third Style of Slap in the Face 4

She raised her head and looked at her hand, and the palm of her hand was filled with bright red viscous blood... The strong smell of blood made her consciousness gradually return.

"You..." Zuo Qingyu looked at Feng Wu in disbelief, "You hit me?"

Zuo Qingyu has never been beaten like this in her life, so she still hasn't recovered.

but--

Feng Wu ignored her at all, and even completely ignored her.

Now for Feng Wu, the most important thing is Qiu Ling.

This girl who has taken care of her since childhood, took care of her meticulously and thoughtfully.

"Girl—" Qiu Ling saw her face, that pale and bloodless face, with a hard smile: "Miss... Qiu Ling was dying... I finally saw you..."

Feng Wu glared at her: "What nonsense, what is dead, who dares to let you die when I am here? Didn't you have a backbone just now? Wouldn't you say anything bad about your girl?"

Qiu Ling was very calm at first, but after seeing her girl, the more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged, and the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. Suddenly, she burst into tears.

"Girl... woo woo... girl, Qiu Ling is actually very scared..."

Feng Wu patted her head curiously: "Okay, okay, I will talk to your elm head back and see how I will avenge you, your girl!"

Feng Wu put down Qiu Ling and stood up slowly.

When Feng Wu stood up, her gentle aura towards Qiu Lingshi disappeared instantly, replaced by murderous anger!

Feng Wu turned her head, those icy eyes staring at Zuo Qingyu closely.

And at this moment, Zuo Qingyu...

She was staring blankly at her own left hand, while her other hand was covering a wound as big as the mouth of a bowl.

The wound on the back of her head was too big, no matter how tightly she covered it, the blood still gurgled out like a spring.

The third princess did not know when to retreat behind Zuo Qingyu.

From the angle she was standing, she could see Zuo Qingyu's back, and at this moment—

Zuo Qingyu's entire back was soaked with blood.

The scarlet liquid gurgled down the back of his head, dyed his clothes red, and dripped to the ground.

Soon, her footsteps extended back, and there was a clear pool of blood, and the blood was still spreading.

A person's blood is limited, how can it withstand such a flow?

The third princess stared at Zuo Qingyu's huge wound, and for some reason, her heart suddenly began to panic...

She has a very bad feeling in her heart...

Her feet, subconsciously retreated, quietly retreated again and again...

The three princesses retreated silently, while Feng Wu stepped forward step by step, and finally settled in front of Zuo Qingyu.

"Feng Wu, you dare to hurt me, you, Ju, Ran, dare, hurt, me!" Zuo Qingyu was so angry that she stared at Su Luo fiercely and said word by word.

The corner of Feng Wu's mouth raised a slight arc, and she stared at Zuo Qingyu with a smile: "I hurt you, how?"

"you--"

Before Zuo Qingyu said a word, Feng Wu raised her arm, and a fierce force emerged from her palm!

Bang!

A heavy slap slapped Zuo Qingyu's face!

"what--"

Zuo Qingyu was slapped by Feng Wu's slap and flew out diagonally!

Bang sound.

Her body hit the pillar hard and bounced back.

The wound, which was already big, continued to bleed more and more.

"I not only hurt you, but also killed you!" Feng Wu's eyes were like a killing god, revealing a strong killing intent!

A strong sense of oppression enveloped Zuo Qingyu's head.

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