Zhuo Hua

Chapter 392 Counterattack ([-])

This inch of strength made Dong Ran stumble.

Zhuo Hua seized his momentary vulnerability and turned around to pick Dong Ran's wrist with the tip of his sword.

Dong Ran's heart tightened.

Of course he knew that he should dodge immediately, but he couldn't throw away the knife in his hand, so he just took the blow.

The sharp sword tip swiped across Dong Ran's wrist with fierce sword energy. At that moment, he seemed to feel that his entire hand had been separated from him.

He couldn't feel it anymore.

Maybe Zhuo Hua's sword was too fast, or maybe that moment was too unexpected, Dong Ran didn't even feel the pain.

Zhuohua was relatively close to him, so some of the splashed blood sprayed on her face, making her originally beautiful appearance even more coquettish.

That sword did not cut off Dong Ran's hand, but severed his tendon.The burning bright red soon covered Dong Ran's sleeves, which looked a little frightening.

Dong Ke's eyes were wide open, and his forehead was covered with blue veins.

He stared at Zhuo Hua, his eyes bloodshot and his face covered with haze.

The posture was as if he was going to rush onto the stage immediately and devour Zhuo Hua alive.

The scholar leaned against the wall. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at all this, feeling very sad in his heart.

When he was injured earlier, he clearly saw Dong Ke's expressionless face.

Now, the injured person has been Dong Ran, and everything has changed.

After all these years of brothers.

So...did he really consider himself a brother?

Or, in his eyes from beginning to end, he was just a so-called "servant" who obeyed their orders?
His heart felt icy cold at that moment.

Dong Ran subconsciously covered the wound on his wrist and took a breath of cold air.

Zhuo Hua actually didn't expect that the blow would be so smooth, maybe it was the trace of remaining emotion that caused her hands to tremble uncontrollably.

Dong Ran's eyes were red, and the broken tendon in his hand meant that he would have to slow down a lot.If he switched to his left hand, he wouldn't be able to adapt for a while.

Dong Ran randomly stuffed a few hemostatic pills into his mouth, then tore off a piece of clothing material, tied it on his wrist indiscriminately, then, gritted his teeth and picked up the knife.

Zhuohua pursed his lips and tightened his grip on the sword.

This time Dong Ran, like an enraged lion, roared and stretched out his sharp claws.

"brush!"

I don't know if it was because of being irritated, but this time Dong Ran drew his sword much faster than before.Zhuohua was caught off guard for a moment.

The murderous attack passed across Zhuo Hua's cheek, cutting off a strand of her hair and creating a wound on her cheek.Blood slowly emerged from the wound and flowed down against his cheek.

Zhuo Hua didn't care about the wound. She stretched out her hand and wiped the blood on her face randomly, and then she held Chaoyang's hand tighter.

The blood on his hand slowly seeped into Chaoyang through the hilt of the sword. Before Zhuohua noticed, a red light quietly flashed on Chaoyang's silver-white sword.

Feeling Chaoyang's trembling, Zhuohua gently comforted it.

But this time, Chaoyang didn't stop obediently as usual, on the contrary, he trembled more and more violently.

Zhuohua also felt that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)