Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“I don’t care about the lives of most people, but she’s one of my own. It’s not the same.”
Feng Wu stared at the white fairy and snorted. “I can’t protect everyone, nor do I want to. I just want to protect those around me. I want them to live carefree lives with a roof over their heads.
“In this world that values martial prowess above everything else, I just want them to live happy lives.”
Feng Wu stared at the white fairy. “I can only protect so many people, and I only care for about ten of them. Qiuling might be a maid with mediocre talent, but I want to protect her.”
She has a group of people she wants to protect. Is that it? the white fairy thought.
The white fairy had thought that Feng Wu was the type who wanted to save the world, but she realized now that Feng Wu’s “world” wasn’t all that big.
So, she has someone she wants to protect. Seeing the serious look in Feng Wu’s eyes, the white fairy was a little touched.
The arrogant princess seemed to be reminded of something. With an impatient wave of her hand, she said, “Fine. Save her all you like. Stop nagging!”
Feng Wu smiled. She knew it. The white fairy was much kinder than she appeared to be.
Since they were on the same side now, she had to reach an agreement with the white fairy.
“Argh —” Qiuling screamed again.
Feng Wu immediately returned to herself. The next second, she dashed off like a cheetah.
Because she wasn’t holding the Fallen Star Sword, Feng Wu struck out with her fist.
Rumble!
Feng Wu aimed her fist at Zuo Qingyu’s head when she was still in the air.
Zuo Qingyu was trying to throttle Qiuling, and was pletely focused on her.
Her face twisted and her eyes were filled with hatred.
“Feng Wu, you’ve humiliated me so many times! Since I can’t kill you, I’ll kill your maid for a start! Qiuling, you only have yourself to blame!
“Die!”
Zuo Qingyu tightened her grip around Qiuling’s neck.
Crack —
Qiuling felt as if her bones were going to be crushed.
The suffocating sensation made Qiuling’s vision go dark. Death was approaching.
Am I going to die? Qiuling smiled bitterly.
She was only halfway through making Feng Wu a dress, and she didn’t trust anyone else with the job…
Filled with regret, Qiuling slowly closed her pretty eyes.
Thump!
In the moment before she passed out —
Someone struck at them!
Her fist gave off a formidable power!
It was a fatal power!
It reminded one of an erupting volcano!
And it smashed onto Zuo Qingyu’s head!
Thump!
The back of Zuo Qingyu’s head almost cracked open, and blood poured out.
Time seemed to freeze.
Jun Wuxia covered her mouth, fighting back her shriek.
Baffled, Zuo Qingyu let go of Qiuling, who then fell to the ground.
Qiuling could finally breathe again. She coughed loudly and panted.
Zuo Qingyu slowly turned around and stared at Feng Wu with an astonished look in her eyes.
She touched the back of her head, and her hand was covered with sticky blood.
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