White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

Chapter [-] Sleeping

Duan Yixuan stared at Lan Qiu intently, obviously it was a very familiar face, obviously the person he longed for all the time, but now he felt extremely strange.

He didn't want to believe it until now, but the reality forced him to believe it.

Lan Qiu saw his eyes, the hand holding the sword trembled imperceptibly, lowered her eyes and said, "It's easier this way."

Duan Yixuan gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, but the excessive blood loss made him completely unable to stand up, and the pain made half of his body numb.

There is no chance of dodging.

He watched helplessly as the long sword glowing with cold light pierced through his chest, he couldn't even feel the pain, he only saw the blood gushing out, life gradually passing away.

The young man in front of him had the same appearance as before, but the expression on his face was very cold, so cold that it seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. This expression had never been shown to him before.

Were all the previous ones fake?

The things I always believed in seemed to be shattered suddenly and dissipated into nothing.

Duan Yixuan's pupils shrank slightly, his lips moved, but in the end he was still unable to speak, and could only allow himself to slowly lose consciousness.

Lan Qiu suppressed the emotions in his eyes, the warm blood splashed on his face made his whole body chill, he froze his body, pulled out the long sword, and watched the opponent fall down slowly.

Blood dripped from the tip of the long sword, staining the surrounding grass red, and the blade glowed with a faint cold glow.

Lan Qiu felt as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, and it was difficult to breathe. He lowered his eyes, adjusted his breathing, turned his head up, and looked coldly into the distance. The figure of that person was approaching here.

"Elder Lan has worked hard."

Lan Qiu said flatly: "It's just my duty."

"I will report this to the head. Elder Lan seems to be unwell, but he wants to go to Elder Mu for treatment?" the man asked.

Lan Qiu shook her head: "No need, I can handle it myself, you can go."

The man glanced at Duan Yixuan, nodded in agreement, and left in a flash.

Sensing the disappearance of breath, Lan Qiu couldn't hold on any longer, the long sword sank into the mud, he held the hilt tightly, frowned slightly, bent slightly, and his body trembled a little.

He took several deep breaths before calming down.

Duan Yixuan was lying on the ground, he seemed to have lost his voice, there was a large amount of blood on the ground, and the hideous wounds on his body looked extremely terrifying.

Lan Qiu squatted down and put her hand on the other's forehead, the temperature of the tentacles was already low.

It seems the medicine is working.

He looked up at the entrance in the distance, and there was a faint figure walking towards him.

"Are you sure, where are you going to send him?" Mu Xuanyun approached and asked.

Lan Qiu lowered her head and responded, "It's more suitable for him there."