The Abandoned Daughter of the Miraculous Doctor: Killing the Demon Emperor with a Kiss

Lan Qingyu felt that maybe this was her fate. She would die here today and would never be able to leave. At this moment, she missed the evil and charming man very much, and missed the man in the white brocade robe. Whenever she thought of him, she felt more at ease.

And my brother may not know about my experience!

My parents were not rescued, and if I died, the people from the Divine Art Palace and the Blood Alliance would only applaud. If I, Lan Qingyu, were really the Goddess of Feathers, wouldn't that make those people happy? No, this is not what Lan Qingyu wants. The most important thing is that if I die, I will never see the person I miss most in my heart again.

Lan Qingyu endured the severe pain in her body and moved her body slightly.

"hiss!!!"

Lan Qingyu gasped in pain, his face turned pale and bloodless, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground drop by drop.

As a result of this movement, blood had corroded his dark robes, and the blood on the ground was of a strange color, like a mandala flower.

Lan Qingyu turned her unyielding eyes. Although her body and soul were in pain, when she thought of her relatives and the people she loved most, she felt that her whole body and heart were full of fighting spirit. This was not a big deal and she could get through it by gritting her teeth.

“Ah!” She roared in a low voice. She was Lan Qingyu, the Lan Qingyu who did not believe in fate. She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of dying without knowing why. “Qinglong, if that’s all, I, Lan Qingyu, really despise you. You might as well let the lightning strike me to death!”

Rumble.

Lan Qingyu opened her eyes wide and said, "Come closer, this is serious."

Lan Qingyu's spiritual consciousness entered the space to see if there was anything in the space that could help her escape this disaster.

However, just as she entered the palace in the space, she saw the black iron block that she had placed in the corner before. That was the iron block that fell into the formation. Lan Qingyu dragged her tired and painful spiritual consciousness. Just as she grabbed the iron block, a loud thunder sounded outside the space, and Lan Qingyu's body was struck again.

Lan Qingyu tightly grasped the iron block in his hand, and then completely lost consciousness.

Lan Qingyu, covered in blood, lay in the pit, motionless.

I don’t know how much time had passed. The sky darkened and then brightened, but Lan Qingyu remained the same, without any reaction.

A heavy rain fell, and the water on the ground flowed towards the deep pit where Lan Qingyu was. Judging from the trend, it would be filled up soon. Lan Qingyu was also washed by the rain, and the black iron block in Lan Qingyu's hand lay there quietly.

Lan Qingyu's breath had completely disappeared, but at this time, the black iron block was lying in Lan Qingyu's hand.

A flash.

Twinkle, twinkle.

The light is very faint. If you don't look closely, you can't see the light slowly blooming.

Lan Qingyu's body floated along with the flickering light, which slowly changed from a weak light to a firefly light, becoming more and more numerous and denser, and Lan Qingyu's breath became more and more stable.

Sudden.

Lan Qingyu opened her eyes, and a sharp light flashed by. She snorted coldly, and the black clothes on her body turned into ashes. Her dark skin recovered from being torn to pieces to a delicate and fair color, and it only took a breath.

Lan Qingyu spread out his palm, and the black iron block in his hand instantly burst into golden light.

Lan Qingyu's mouth spilled a sentence, "World-destroying Divine Sword, a supreme spiritual weapon, from today on you belong to me, Lan Qingyu."