Chapter 315: Sword of Vengeance

"You, you bitch - how dare you cut my face!" Ning Chunan covered her broken cheek, her voice slightly changed, "I am Luo Yufei's son, have you forgotten - —I was once a member of the Luo family!"

Luo took a step forward gently and lifted him up directly. In front of the Qi Sensor, the fourth prince had no room to resist. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not let go of the other person's hand.

"I will go outside to resolve this matter. It will be over soon and will not delay the retreat plan." Luo looked at the two people behind him gently.

Xia Fan cast an encouraging look and said, "Go ahead."

"Thank you." She said softly as she passed by Xia Fan.

Across the corridor was an empty cell. Luo gently threw Ning Chunan to the ground, and then summoned the Dragon Scale Blade.

"W-what do you want to do? Luo Qingqing! I am Prince Qi!"

Ning He had been treated like this before. His split cheek felt like thousands of needles pricking him. Every time he opened his mouth, it was unbearably painful. The blood that kept pouring out covered his palms. The sticky touch made him feel sick.

"Does it hurt?" She walked up to the fourth prince, "...this sword was swung for that maid."

"Waiter, maid?" Ning Chunan thought for a while, then remembered that that night, he seemed to have put a dagger against the maid's cheek, forcing Luo Qingqing to submit. "What a joke! She's just a slave, and you actually compare her to me? So what if I crush her to death? You're going to knife me for something like this!? Uh-huh—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill in his chest.

Ning Chunan lowered his head in disbelief.

I saw a golden sword protruding from my chest, and at the same time, a sting ten times more severe than my face spread from my back——

"This sword is for Luo Changtian."

Luo Qing said word by word.

The fourth prince felt as if his back was being torn apart. He couldn't help but open his mouth and scream in pain, but what he shouted was not a scream, but a ball of blood foam.

The sword penetrated his chest and lungs.

Ning Chunan was horrified to find that it was extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

Every time he opened his mouth, it felt like he was cutting himself with a knife, but he took in very little air.

"Cough, cough... I don't know Luo Changtian at all..." He could no longer support his body and curled up and lay down on the ground, "Ahem... I didn't think of robbing you on the road... That’s my mother…ahem…”

"But this happened because of you, and you should pay the price."

Luo raised her head slightly, and behind Ning Chunan, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

Luo Changtian was standing a few steps away.

He was not wearing an alchemist's uniform, but a blue feathered robe from the Luo family, and the smile on his face was gentle and peaceful. There was no trace of a stab wound on his chest.

Really, it turns out you have been waiting for this scene. Luo gently let the dragon scale return to his palm, so please watch until the end.

"Ahem... don't, don't come here..." Ning Chunan struggled to retreat. A ridiculous and terrifying thought came to his mind, that is, the other party really wanted to kill him. No matter the bloodline of the emperor or the identity of the prince, they can't stop this crazy woman in front of him!

From the moment he was born, he was told that he was a superior person and that he was completely different from other sentient beings. Living to this day, he also knows that countless people hate him, but so what? Treason, committing crimes, being disrespectful, any one of them can make life worse than death, and even implicate the nine clans. Under such a general trend, no one dared to touch him at all. No matter what outrageous thing he does, as long as it doesn't involve the seat in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, it can be forgiven.

The eldest brother and the second brother might be happy to see this.

When Ning Chunan realized that those he relied on no longer existed in front of this person, huge fear pinched his heart. For the first time, he uttered the words of begging for mercy that only low-class people would say, "Please...ahem...let me live..."

However, the fourth prince soon became unable to even make this sound.

The dragon scale turned into a ray of golden light and passed by his neck, splitting it in two against the cervical spine, leaving only half of the skin and flesh still connected.

The blood suddenly spurted high, forming a red mist above the incision.

"This sword is for Luo Tang."

Luo Tang's figure also appeared next to Luo Changtian. She looked at Luo Qingqing with gentle eyes and stroked a paper crane on her shoulder with her right hand.

At this time, Ning Chunan was already breathing out more and taking in less air.

The massive blood loss made him confused. No matter how he opened his mouth, he could only make a muddy "drink" sound from his throat. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he seemed to want to say "spare my life" and "I don't want to die."

Luo gently held the dragon scale with both hands and raised it high——

"The last sword is for justice and order that you have trampled on!"

She leaned forward and stabbed, the sharp blade easily penetrated the fourth prince's chest and pinned him to the ground.

After experiencing a violent trembling, Ning Chunan's body finally stopped moving.

Luo stood up gently and looked at the two people opposite. Luo Tang and Luo Changtian smiled at each other, turned and walked away, their figures getting lighter and fainter, as if they were about to disappear.

"This... it's over."

Luo gently closed his eyes and whispered.

But when she took a breath and opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Opposite where the stone wall of the cell should have been, a white door stood quietly.

Compared with the uneven walls around it, it is pure white and has a smooth surface. Putting the two together should be extremely awkward. But Luo Qingqing couldn't feel the strangeness, as if the door itself was part of the room.

She took two steps forward and tried to reach out her hand to touch the door.

But the moment her finger touched the door, the door had disappeared without a trace, and the wall returned to its original appearance, as if what she just saw was an illusion.

Only that cold and hard touch still remains on the fingertips.

…

At the same time, on the other side of the prison.

With a little threat, Xia Fan asked the prison boss to hand over the key.

He walked up to Olina and shook the key chain in his hand. The crisp collision sound made the other person slowly raise her head.

The injuries on her body were much more serious than Yan Qing's. There was almost no intact skin below her neck. There were bruises, whip marks and marks everywhere on her exposed arms, legs and feet. Many places were already inflamed and filled with pus. Big blisters formed. The prison clothes were also in tatters, and the rips were stuck together with blood scabs, making it impossible to tear them off. Even her silver hair has lost its luster.

Obviously, in order to press for information, the Privy Council has been interrogating her frequently these days.

"It turns out it's you, despicable Central Plains person." After identifying who the person in front of her was, Olina said feebly, "Why, are you the one doing the interrogation today? Everything I can say has already been said..."

"I only ask one question." Xia Fan got straight to the point, "Do you want to leave here?"