Heavenly Dao Formula

"You, you bitch-- how dare you cut my face!" Ning Chunan clutched his broken cheeks, his voice changed a little, "I am Luo Yufei's son, so you can hardly forget— —I used to be Luo family!?"

Luo took a light step forward and directly lifted him up. In front of the angry person, the fourth prince had no room for resistance. No matter how he struggled, there was no way to let the opponent's hand loose.

"I will go outside to resolve this matter, it will be over soon, and will not delay the retreat plan." Luo lightly looked at the two behind him.

Xia Fan cast an encouraging look, "Go."

"Thank you." She whispered as she passed by Xia Fan.

On the opposite side of the aisle was an empty cell, Luo gently threw Ning Chunan to the ground, and then summoned the Dragon Scale Blade.

"You, what do you want to do? Luo Qingchun! I am Prince Qiguo!"

Ning He had been treated like this before. His cracked cheeks were like thousands of needles. Every time he opened his mouth, it was painful and unbearable. The continuous gushing blood covered his palms, and his slimy touch made him feel sick.

"Does it hurt?" She walked to the fourth prince, "...this sword was swung for the maid."

"Wait, maid?" Ning Chunan thought for a while, only to remember that night, he seemed to use a dagger against the maid's cheek, forcing Luo to gently submit. "What a joke! She is just a mere slave, and you compare her to me? What if I run her to death? You are going to use a knife at me for this kind of thing!? Huh, uh—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill in his chest.

Ning Chunan lowered his head in disbelief.

I saw a golden blade sticking out of my chest, and at the same time, a tingling ten times more intense than my face spread from behind——

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"This sword is for Luo Changtian."

Luo said gently one by one.

The fourth prince felt as if his back was torn. He couldn't help but open his mouth and cried out in pain, but instead of screaming, it was a cloud of blood.

This sword penetrated his chest and lungs.

Ning Chunan was horrified to find that he had become extremely difficult to breathe.

Every time I opened my mouth, it was as if I was cutting myself with a knife, but the breath I breathed in was minimal.

"Cough, cough... I don't even know Luo Changtian..." He couldn't support his body anymore, and lay down on the ground, "cough... the thing that robbed you on the road was not what I thought of... That's my mother...cough cough..."

"But this happened because of you, and you should pay the price."

Luo raised her head slightly, and behind Ning Chunan, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

Luo Changtian stood just a few steps away.

He was not wearing an alchemist uniform, but Luo's blue feathered robe, with a gentle and peaceful smile on his face. There was no trace of a knife wound on his chest.

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"Cough...Don't you, don't come..." Ning Chunan struggled to shrink back, and a ridiculous and terrible thought came into his heart, that is, the other party really wanted to kill him. Neither the blood of the emperor nor the identity of the prince can stop the mad woman in front of her!

When he was born, he was told that he was a superior person, different from other sentient beings. Even now, he also knows that countless people hate him, but so what? Conspiracy, crime, and disrespect, no matter which one can make life worse than death, even afflicting the nine races. Under such a general trend, no one dared to move him at all. No matter what extraordinary things he did, as long as it did not involve the seat of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he could be forgiven.

The eldest brother and the second brother might still be happy to see them here.

When Ning Chunan realized that those he was relying on no longer existed in front of this person, huge fear pinched his heart. For the first time, he said the words of pleading for mercy that inferior people would say, "Please...cough cough...let me die..."

But the fourth prince soon couldn't even make this sound.

The scales of the dragon turned into a golden light, brushed across his neck, and divided it into two against the cervical spine, leaving only half of the flesh still connected.

The blood sprayed up and down, forming a red mist spring above the incision.

"This sword is for Luo Tang."

Luo Tang's figure also appeared beside Luo Changtian. She looked at Luo Qing with a gentle gaze, and stroked a paper crane resting on her shoulder with her right hand.

At this time, Ning Chunan was already outgassing more and less intake.

The massive blood loss made him confused. No matter how he opened his mouth, he could only make a muddy "drinking" sound in his throat. Judging from the shape of his mouth, what he wanted to say seemed to be "forgiveness" and "I don't want to die."

Luo gently held the dragon scales with both hands, and lifted it high—

"The last sword is for the justice and order that you trampled on!"

She leaned over and stabbed, and the sharp blade easily penetrated the fourth prince's chest and nailed him to the ground.

After experiencing a violent tremor, Ning Chunan's body finally stopped moving.

Luo stood up gently and looked at the two people opposite. Luo Tang and Luo Changtian smiled at each other, turned around and walked away, their silhouettes getting fainter, as if they were about to dissipate.

"This...it's over~www.ltnovel.com~ Luo gently closed his eyes and whispered.

But when she exhaled and opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but froze slightly.

On the opposite side, where the stone wall of the cell should have been, a white door stood quietly.

Compared with the uneven walls around it, it is pure white, with a smooth and flat surface. The two should be extremely abrupt when placed together. But Luo Qing couldn't feel the strangeness, as if the door itself was part of the room.

She took two steps forward, trying to reach out to touch the door.

But when she touched the door with her finger, the door had disappeared without a trace, and the wall returned to its original appearance, as if what she had just seen was an illusion.

Only that cold and hard touch is still left on the fingertips.

...

At the same time, the other side of the prison.

Xia Fan threatened slightly, and asked the cell boss to give the key obediently.

He walked in front of Olena and shook the keychain in his hand. The crisp sound of collision made the other party slowly raise his head.

The injuries on her body were much more serious than those of Yan Qing. There was almost no intact skin under her neck, and her arms, legs and feet were bare. There were bruises, welts and brand marks everywhere, and many areas were already inflamed. Puffed up big blisters. A prison shirt was also in tatters, and the blood scab was solidified at the crack, and it could not be torn off. Even her head full of silver threads has lost its former luster.

Obviously, in order to press for information, the Privy Council has often interrogated her.

"It turned out to be you, the despicable Central Plains." After recognizing the person in front of him, Olena said weakly, "Why, did you come to interrogate today? What I can say, I have already said..."

"I only ask one question." Xia Fan said straight to the topic, "Do you want to leave here?"