Fatal Concubine

Chapter 18 Palace Fighting Beast 3
A trace of doubt flashed in her bright black eyes, and the pain made her see the things in front of her more clearly. The body of the lotus flower was held in the mouth by the tiger, and those eyes looked at her happily.

She was stunned by He Hua's actions. This is the person who has been taking care of her and protecting her for half a month. She is obviously not her sister. Why, why should she protect herself?
Looking at the tiger with its fangs open and the lotus in its mouth, a strong bloodthirsty murderous aura erupted all over her body. She did not allow the lotus to leave, and she did not want the person who cared about her to let her die.

Zhu Yeling's body stood up straighter and taller, his cold and cruel eyes swept over the tiger, and the cold light made people startled.He said harshly, "Whoever hurts her will die!"

I don't know where the strength came from, Chasing Wild Spirit, like Li Xuan's sharp sword, ran towards the tiger, took out the short knife from the shoe, and quickly stabbed the tiger in the eye.

The tiger roared, and the lotus fell to the ground.

This scene shocked the people in the Colosseum. It was unbelievable that this child who was only eleven or twelve years old stabbed a knife into the tiger's eye.

"Okay, wonderful.

"Quick, keep fighting."

The loud shouts are louder than the loud ones, and the voices are disgusting to Chaser. One day she will make these people pay the price, and one day she will take control. Therefore, she doesn't care even if she turns herself into a devil.

The body that was exerted too much force was bleeding continuously, she couldn't stay still, if she didn't step out, she couldn't move forward and couldn't take revenge.

Lotus' arms and legs were severely injured, and the ground was also rendered red.

Zhuyeling's thin and thin figure was in stark contrast to the tiger's body. Even though Zhuyeling was already in a state of distress, her aura exuding from her bones was even better than that of a tiger in the slightest!
On the seat, Nangong Yu's long black hair was loosely tied up, and he was dressed in a blue brocade robe. He was so beautiful that men and women seemed to be blurred, and a careless maturity appeared on his charming face.

He glanced at them coldly and then looked at the scene of the beast fight below, without any emotion. In the Daxing Dynasty, as long as they were nobles, this kind of drama would be staged everywhere. After watching too much, there was no initial shock. Gradually it became paralyzed.

(End of this chapter)