Chapter 37 Goodbye
A series of movements, fast, ruthless, and precise, made the remaining three dead men who were used to life and death fearful.

In the clearing in the forest, the woman holds a knife in her plain hand, her eyebrows are coldly facing life and death, and the murderous aura between her brows is like a Rakshasa from hell.

Then, in their widened eyes, the woman suddenly swept up like a leopard, and at some point in her hand, she took a big knife that she had picked up, and slashed at them.

Looking at the eyes of the last dead man, Shangyue tossed the blood-stained knife casually, and murmured: "I didn't want my hands to be bloody again, but why did you force me?"

Looking up at the blue sky, her heart suddenly felt a little empty.

Stepping on the corpses all over the ground, she sat back on her horse.

This time, she did not follow the route and let the horse carry her to an unknown place.

In this life, she planned to live a stable life, and didn't want to live a life of beatings and killings, so what's the point of the phoenix tail whip to her?
Huaiyang City, it doesn't matter if you don't go!

……

Shangyue didn't expect that after finishing off a group of dead soldiers, another group of more powerful killers followed closely.

Looking at the masked assassin in all black clothes in front of him, Shangyue sighed lightly, and galloped up to meet him.

……

After finishing off the third batch of killers, Shangyue took Yaya and collapsed at the gate of a villa.

She was so tired that she didn't want to move anymore.

This body is still too weak after all, she smiled wryly.

Behind him, the door of the villa suddenly opened.

A man in a black toga came out from inside.

He has a tall and handsome figure, steady steps, awe-inspiring aura, not angry and majestic, but has a natural noble temperament, handsome and indifferent, standing on the steps, lowering his eyes slightly, looking down at Shangyue.

"It's you..." Shangyue looked at him in surprise, and her body instinctively made a killing motion. However, just as she held the knife in her hand, before she had time to throw it, her eyes darkened, and she fell into a coma .

Yaya, who was tightly protected in her arms, saw this and cried, "Sister, sister...don't die..."

"She's not dead." Minghua's eyes lightly glanced over Shangyue's blood-stained clothes, and his voice was indifferent, without any ups and downs.

When Yaya heard this, she turned her head to look at him, her tears were about to fall, she was very pitiful.

"Bring her in." Minghua paused for a moment on Shangyue's pockmarked red face, gave orders, and then turned and entered the villa.

Soul Slayer rubbed his nose, looked at Yaya, "Master, what should we do with this little girl?" After speaking, he thought of something and felt a little annoyed.

He actually forgot the rule of His Highness not to kill the old, the weak, women and children.

Resigned to fate, she stepped forward, picked up Shangyue with one hand, and walked into the villa with Yaya in the other hand.

……

When Shangyue woke up, it was already the next morning.

She was startled when she didn't see Yaya, but when she thought of the man she saw before she fell into a coma, she felt slightly relieved. Even though she didn't know that man well, she instinctively felt that he didn't bother to kill a child.

The injuries on her body have been treated, and the clothes on her body are very clean, presumably someone changed them for her.

Thinking of being at the mercy of others when she was in a coma, she felt a chill in her heart.

If others were to harm her, she would have died no less than a hundred times.Thinking of this, I feel tired of my current weak body again.

Unexpectedly, after running away for so long, it finally fell into Minghua's hands.

She was a little unwilling, but helpless.

(End of this chapter)

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