Chapter 1787 Sword Dance Flowers Wither, But Beg for Death
"Come here, bring the daughter of the Qilin Emperor to this princess!"
Nan Mengjiao slapped her palm on the table, making a loud noise.
Then two guards were seen bringing up Bu Hairou, who was covered in bruises. There was a shocking hole in Bu Hairou's abdomen, and thick scarlet blood was even gushing out.
Bu Hairou's ankles were wrapped with chains, and her blue dress of good quality had many tears.
She bit her lower lip fiercely and looked at Nan Mengjiao and this group of superior people unwillingly.
I just feel like an animal for others to admire, and even my dignity as a human being is in pieces.
After Ye Chuyue's thunder disaster, she hurriedly led her men to sneak attack Nan Mengjiao's safe camp, but she didn't expect to be ambushed by the opponent in advance, and her entire army was wiped out.
In particular, Bu Hairou, Dantian, and Wugen were poached by Nan Mengjiao to feed the ghosts, and melted poison pills were put into the wounds so that she would never be able to practice again in her life.
Bu Hairou's limbs and bones were all in pain.
She straightened her back and raised her chin, like an animal, but she still had the self-esteem of a daughter of the Emperor of Heaven!
Ye Mei sat next to Shen Qingfeng, took a sip of strong wine, glanced at Bu Hairou teasingly, and said: "Princess Nanmeng, I heard that this Lingtian Princess Hairou once amazed everyone with her east wind sword dance.
I wonder if it can be combined with the Flower Withering Dance, so that everyone here can appreciate the Sword Dance with Flower Withering that has never been heard of in the world."
"Okay, Commander Ye, this is a good suggestion."
Nanmeng Jiaohan glanced at Bu Hairou: "Have you heard what Commander Ye said, why don't you hurry up?"
Bu Hairou's eyes were red and bloodshot, his whole body was trembling to a very small extent, and mist filled his eyes but never fell.
"I lost because I wasn't strong enough. I admit, I don't have that ability."
"This princess admits defeat!"
Bu Hairou laughed out loud, making the branches tremble with laughter.
she says:
"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"
"I, Bu Hairou, the daughter of the Lingtian Qilin Emperor, was born a genius. Even if I die, I will not be humiliated by you!"
She closed her eyes, tears fell out, but the corners of her mouth rose.
The determination to regard death as home is evident at this moment.
She was wrong.
The world is cruel, and ghost forests are even crueler.
She couldn't create a miracle, couldn't lead people out of the ghost forest and return to the Vientiane Realm to bring their merits back to Qilin Mansion!
But he did not lose to Ye Chuyue.
She was defeated by cunning villains from all over the world, and Ye Chuyue died at the mouth of a ghost on the shore of the demonic barrier. No one was better than the other.
Maybe when we meet on the Huangquan Road, we can compete again.
"You have such good character, you are worthy of being the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven!"
Nan Mengjiao laughed out loud, looked at Shen Qingfeng, and asked: "Master Shen Jiu, are there Ling Tian's useless warriors in your safe camp?"
Shen Qingfeng wore a blood-red mask, with demonic and evil eyes. He glanced at Nan Mengjiao lightly, played with the crystal clear cup unhurriedly, and said casually: "Ling Tian's trash is not
After being beaten, he died within a few days of playing. There are still some corpses with Shen. If Princess Nanmeng wants to use them to feed the ghosts, she should send someone to get those corpses."
"No, it's bad luck."
Nan Mengjiao sighed: "It's a pity that Ye Chuyue and his group died in the mouths of the fourth-level ghosts. Otherwise, the number of Lingtian warriors would be more than this. However, they can barely make up the number, Bu Hairou
, you would rather die than obey, right? This princess likes people with strong bones, and the sound of breaking strong bones sounds good."
"Bu Hairou, I will see how long you can hold on. If you don't jump, I will kill your Lingtian warriors in front of you until you jump!" Nan Meng said softly!
After that, he glanced coldly at the maid beside him.
I saw the maid in green clothes pulling out the two daggers crossed on her back and walking towards Bu Hairou.
At this time, the Lingtian warriors who were pushed to Bu Hairou looked like animals.
The maid in green stepped out, and the two daggers pierced the shoulders of a young warrior without any explanation, directly penetrating the young warrior's shoulder blades.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The young warrior's eyeballs exploded, veins bulged, he raised his head and roared in pain.
The maid in green pulled out two short knives, and blood spattered on Bu Hairou's face.
Bu Hairou's whole body was shaken.
She didn't even dare to open her eyes.
The young warrior's blood dropped onto her tightly closed eyelids.
"continue--"
Nan Mengjiao is so well-dressed that she is so pure.
The maid in green kicked the young warrior's knee, and pierced the two bloody holes in the shoulder blades with two short knives again.
"Ahhh!"
"thump!"
The young warrior roared, vomited blood, and knelt straight on the ground.
"Lingtian Continent, high-spirited and undefeated!"
When the young warrior spoke, his upper and lower rows of teeth, filled with blood, were chattering.
He raised his head with difficulty and glared at Nan Mengjiao. While spitting out blood, he repeated inarticulately: "Ling Tian is undefeated..."
Bu Hairou opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the young warrior kneeling on the ground in shock.
The whites of the young warrior's eyes were bloodshot, and veins appeared on his temples.
Little by little he stood up.
The dagger in the hand of the maid in green pierced directly into the young warrior's knees on both sides.
The young warrior was trembling all over, and blood was flowing out from his mouth continuously.
His trembling hands grabbed the hem of Bu Hairou's clothes, and miraculously stood up with two daggers stuck in his knees.
He staggered and seemed about to fall, but he staggered for a long time without falling.
"Ling...Ling...Ling Tian..."
The young warrior's wide eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and hot tears, but the blood blocked his throat, making it difficult to speak complete words.
When he was about to fall, Bu Hairou supported him and took over his words: "Lingtian Continent, be high-spirited and undefeated."
Tears rolled down her face, and Bu Hairou's hands were trembling.
She saw the young warrior in front of her smiling at her.
Until this moment, she didn't know what these low-level Lingtian warriors symbolized and meant, and how rude her arrogance had been.
The green maid's blade was about to slash at the young warrior, Bu Hairou said loudly:
"I jump!!"
The maid in green stopped moving, retracted her swords, and glanced sideways at Nan Mengjiao.
Nan Mengjiao moved her fingers, and the maid in green returned behind her with understanding.
"The sword dance has withered and the last layer is gone, are you sure?" Nan Mengjiao said.
"You promise me to let them go and let them leave the Forest of One Hundred Demons on a boat, and I will jump."
Bu Hairou felt cold all over and clenched her hands.
"No problem, please-"
Nan Mengjiao raised her lips and smiled.
The young warrior who suffered many stab wounds shook his head desperately, trying to stop Bu Hairou.
Other Lingtian warriors also stood up.
"Princess Hairou, no, I, Lin Sheng, want to die! I don't want Princess Hairou to suffer such humiliation!"
"I, Chen Xi, just want to die!"
"Zhong Youhong, I just want to die!"
"..."
Bu Hairou's pupils shrank slightly, looking in disbelief at the group of Lingtian warriors who spoke for him.
She once hated Ye Chuyue, a little country girl from a feudal lord, but she also deserved the respect of the warriors in the world.
She was born a genius, but she was not as respected as Ye Chuyue.
She also didn't understand why Scar King and his group wanted to follow Ye Chuyue life and death.