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Chapter 515: The Flower of Worry-free 5

The heavy coffin lid was pushed open little by little, and the light of the Vulcan's crossbow became more and more intense. The light was beating, as if it was particularly exciting.

"You're so excited! I'm exhausted!" Qian Qian gave her last effort and gave in. She used too much force and actually pushed the entire coffin lid to the ground!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came, and the ground shook several times.

I held my breath early, but there was no weird smell like corpse odor as I expected. Instead, there was a little comforting fragrance that penetrated my nose.

Qian Qian looked down and saw no shriveled body.

I didn’t see any white bones either.

What you see is a peaceful sleeping face

It seems like a girl who just fell asleep

For a moment, Qian Qian almost forgot how to breathe, and there was a buzzing sound on her head as if someone had hit her hard.

What's wrong? I feel so irritable and scared...

Just like when she lost control and injured Yu Pianpian that day, it felt like her head was about to split open!

What's going on!

How could it be!

The Vulcan Crossbow vibrated violently in her hand. She screamed, dropped the Vulcan Crossbow, and then hit the coffin with her head!

Immediately, a sharp pain came on my forehead. I raised my head slightly, my eyes were blood red, and there were tears flowing down, with traces of blood, rolling down my cheeks, and there was something strange and enchanting about it.

...........

"Qianqian, Qianqian, wake up, wake up!"

...........

"Wake up, wake up..." she muttered aimlessly, recalling Yu Pianpian's cry in her ear that day over and over again in her mind.

Then, she seemed to see, behind the vast smoke, Yu Pianpian holding her body and crying: "Qianqian, wake up, wake up..."

Her face was pale and bloodless. She looked at the girl in the coffin in confusion. The bloody tears on her pale face were like red plums blooming in the snow.

The cold chill suddenly turned into a strong wind, blowing in from the hole in her heart, howling and raging...

Tears of blood dripped down and landed on the cheeks of the girl in the coffin.

The sleeping girl seemed to be crying sadly along with her

Crying with the sorrow of thousands of years ago

Those distant wind and smoke buried by time

You know? I have never seen my destiny so clearly as I do now.


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