章節 1800: Face-slapping, Act Three (5)

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

"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?"