Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

The white crane was suspended in mid-air, but the girl on the crane jumped, her body was as light as a swallow, and a pair of soft boots with glazed borders landed firmly on the ground.

"Saint? The saint is out!"

"Great, my Blood God Empire, the saintess has retreated for a year, her strength will definitely increase greatly, and she will hopefully inherit the great rule."

The crowd jumped up with excitement in an instant, and cheers resounded all over the field.

Wherever Lin Shuiyan went, everyone around bowed at ninety degrees, even Ye Bitong stepped down from the pride and bowed to Lin Shuiyan.

Ye Bitong lowered her head, frowning slightly.

According to her expectation, the saintess would take at least three years to leave the customs, but now it only took one year. Could it be that there is some chance?

Lin Shuiyan brushed aside the crowd and walked up to Bailu, "I thought your reckless and wild nature had changed."

"If I change it, it's not me." Bai Lu casually threw the Nanyan Jade in his hand, and Nanyan Jade fell to the ground with an extremely ugly expression.

She was helped up by her own guards, and she stared at Bailu with dark eyes, "Qingsha Bailu, you are so brave..."

"Shut up." Lin Shuiyan glanced at her lightly, "I didn't see we were talking."

"But the saint, she..." Nan Yanyu gritted her silver teeth. She absolutely couldn't swallow this breath. If her father knew that she had lost face in front of the Ye family, it would be up to her to inherit the position of the head of the Nan family.

No more hope.

"She is my most honored guest. What do you have to say? Or does your Nan family have something to say?" Lin Shuiyan's eyes were cold and her aura was natural. After saying a word, no one dared to refute.

Nan Yanyu looked at Lin Shuiyan in astonishment, she never imagined that Qingsha Bailu and Lin Shuiyan still had friendship.

She clenched her hands tightly, and the resentment in her heart had nowhere to vent, but she spit it out in one mouthful. The black blood sprayed on Lin Shuiyan's white dress, like a black peony in full bloom, coquettish and rich.

Nan Yanyu reacted, her pupils suddenly constricted, and a feeling of fear spread deep in her pupils.

"Drag on, cut off one hand." Lin Shuiyan said coldly.

In the dark, a gust of wind swept over, the black figure disappeared in a flash, the breeze swept the ground, only a few young leaves fell, but the Nanyan jade suddenly disappeared.

It's like disappearing out of thin air.

"what……"

In the distant sky, there seemed to be a miserable scream, and the scalp of those who heard it was numb.

boom!

A bloody arm and blood-stained sleeves fell to the ground, splashing a little dust, and everyone around screamed and backed away.

A moment later, a figure descended from the sky.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, everyone watched carefully. This embarrassed person turned out to be Nanyanyu. There was a trace of blood spreading from the corner of Nanyanyu's mouth, and her eyes were wide open. The white eyeballs were covered with blood, and the black pupils were filled with fear. Shocked and suddenly shrunk, half of her long white gown was dyed fiery red by blood. Her entire arm, including the sleeves, was completely gone. Only the shoulders were bleeding crazily.

She was lying on the ground, her body was cold, her limbs were weak, her whole body was convulsed, and white foam came out of her mouth.

Not far from her, the bloody arm trembled occasionally.

Although it was a bloody scene, the people present were all familiar with such scenes, not to mention that the saintess has long been known for her cruel and bloody methods.

Back then, when she was not strong enough, someone wanted to tarnish her.

That man's strength was much higher than hers, but he still had his life chopped off by her.

Later, the man's family came to reason and wanted to cremate her.

But she conspired to go all the way, and overnight, the thousand-year-old family became a desolate tomb.