Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 142 [Hands stained with other people's blood]

"Pfft-"

The next moment, the room was quiet, only the sound of blood falling.

"Tick tock-"

The silver dagger pierced through the tulle neatly, piercing deeply into the flesh, making a bloody sound.

Shen Mei looked at the dagger stuck in her abdomen in shock. She lost her strength before she finished the movements in her hand. Chen Lingling held the long sword in one hand and the dagger in the other, holding it fiercely and cruelly. With the dagger twisted a circle in her abdomen.

"Ah-"

Shen Mei's miserable cry resounded throughout the entire Fenqing Pavilion, echoed in the palace, and became even more permeating in this dark night.

Chen Lingling threw away the long sword in his hand, picked up Shen Mei's shoulders and lifted her up against the desk. The dagger in his hand loosened again, and the sound of flesh and blood was filled with pleasure, and the smell of blood gradually dissipated. Into the air, Chen Lingling's calm eyes raised a hint of treachery.

She gently rubbed the blood overflowing from the corner of Shen Mei's mouth, her eyes were full of tyranny, her voice was soft, but it made people shudder, "Do you think that I have been killed for more than 20 years in vain?"

She knew that Shen Mei's speed was very fast, and she would definitely choose to attack her empty door. Because Shen Mei had no actual combat experience, she would never understand what it means to be invincible. Any killer would put all his attention on the position behind his back. The moment Shen Mei disappeared, she took out a dagger from her waist, and immediately struck with murderous aura.

Seeing Shen Mei's unwilling eyes, Chen Lingling's eyes flashed with hostility, "It's a pity, if you keep quiet, you might be able to live longer, but now, Madam Shen, please— go to hell."

Half of the handle of the dagger was inserted into her abdomen, and the tip of the dagger had already hit the desk behind Shen Mei, leaving an irreparable mark.

　
It turned out that she was more adapted to life in the dark and liked the smell of blood more.

With Shen Mei's last breath, Chen Lingling easily pulled out the dagger, and blood splashed all over her face. In this dark night, she seemed to be transformed into a ghost, harvesting human lives but being as indifferent as snow.

Fu Que was already frightened, and she sat there blankly looking at the girl who was slowly walking towards her. She wanted to run away for a moment, but when she saw the worry in the girl's eyes, she cried out loud.

Chen Lingling squatted down slowly, looking at the cold blood in the eyes of the girl who was holding her leg and crying. In fact, the moment she just walked over, she wanted to kill Fu Que, after all, she had seen her kill someone before. People are no longer alive.

But in the end this girl is innocent, and she is currently the only one she can regard as an ally besides Xuanyuan Jiaye. She gently stroked Fu Que's face with her blood-stained hands, and wiped all the blood on Fu Que's face.

In the dark night, there is only a bright moon in the sky, and the strange atmosphere is filled with endless murderous intent.

She gently touched the dull girl's head, and said in an extremely feminine tone: "Fuqu, remember this taste, you have the right to live only if your hands are stained with other people's blood."

Fu Que's eyes were dull, blood was smeared all over her face, the pungent smell made her nauseous, she suppressed the throbbing in her chest, she nodded in a daze, and said foolishly: "Slave... Slave... will definitely... remember The words of the young lady."

(End of this chapter)